Shoot
Nas Lyrics


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One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shooting every motherfucker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas he was with
2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tryed to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done before we bail, I ain't trying to goto jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

Driving through roads, suburban chevrolet
6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringing the bell, where in the hell
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that?
Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, it's my man
And we have the same plan
There them bitches go
Civic '94, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is sherri, sherri this is nas, and his man, ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes
Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Can't find my man, heard a blam blam
Now I'm wondering, "in this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Coming down the stairs
Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"put your gun down, we can skip town"
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain
Took his shit, emptied out close range

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder




Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas's song "Shoot 'em Up" depict an act of brutal violence through the narrative of a drive-by shooting. The first verse describes the preparation for the attack, with the singer and his accomplices armed with multiple guns and loaded clips as they cruise through town in a luxury car. The motive for their violence is unclear, but they set out to kill a specific person and any associates who get in their way. When they arrive at their target's block, they jump out of the car and open fire, causing everyone in the vicinity to scatter. They eventually spot their intended victim and take him down with several shots, then shoot his companions for good measure. The second verse features a different scenario, with the singer visiting a house full of women with the intention of having sex. After a period of waiting, he hears gunshots in the distance and realizes that one of his associates has gone rogue and killed the women. He engages in a tense showdown with the rogue killer, and although he manages to kill him and take his possessions, he struggles to reconcile his actions and whether it was necessary to use lethal force.


"Shoot 'em Up" is an explicit and graphic portrayal of violence, but it also serves as a commentary on the culture of street violence and the moral complexity of retribution. The lyrics reflect the code of the streets, which places a high value on retaliation and respect, as well as the mindset of young men who feel they have no other options but to use violence to assert themselves. At the same time, the song does not glorify the violence or present it as a heroic act, but rather shows its destructive and tragic consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

One 44, two 45's
We have guns of different calibers, a .44 and two .45s.


3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
We are three guys with loaded magazines, riding with four in total, while one of us drives.


500 benz, 6 reasons why
We have a luxurious Mercedes-Benz 500 and six compelling reasons to kill someone.


This kid should die
We've determined that we need to take the life of this young individual.


We shooting every motherfucker outside
We're indiscriminately firing at anyone outside who may witness our actions.


Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
We arrived at the intended location, got out of the car with guns at the ready.


At the same time everybody ran
As soon as we arrived, all the bystanders fled out of fear.


There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
We see our intended victim, attempting to blend in with the crowd to avoid capture or harm.


Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Without hesitation, we fired 7 gunshots at him, causing him to collapse dead on the ground.


Blood on the floor
The victim's wound caused blood to spill on the ground.


Then we shot some more
After killing our intended target, we also fired several more shots randomly, just because we could.


Niggas he was with
The other people he was with.


2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
We hit and wounded two more of the people he was with, and one of them fell to the ground.


One tryed to run, go get him son
One of the people he was with tried to run away, so we pursued him to prevent him from escaping.


Make sure he's done before we bail, I ain't trying to goto jail
We made sure he was dead before leaving, in order to avoid being caught by the police and sent to jail.


Must handle beef, code of the street
We are obligated to deal with disputes in a violent manner, as per the unwritten rules of the criminal underworld.


Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around
We're arming ourselves, in case anyone tries to disrespect or challenge us.


Real niggas do real things
True gangsters take action in real life, rather than just talking.


By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Without fail, everyone knows that we will stoop to insidious lows.


Driving through roads, suburban chevrolet
We're driving around in a Chevrolet through the suburban area.


6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
Our vehicle has six tinted windows, and we're en route to our destination.


To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
We're paying a visit to our prostitutes and pulling up to their residence.


Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
No one responded to us, so we assumed they weren't around.


Ringing the bell, where in the hell
We're trying to get their attention, but they're nowhere to be found, which is odd.


Could they be at, I'm about to leave
We're about to give up and leave, thinking they aren't home.


Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Walking cautiously, we're heading back to where our vehicle was parked.


Who the fuck is that?
We see a suspicious individual.


Could it be a jack?
We suspect he may be a thief.


Now pull my strap, it's my man
We arm ourselves in case this individual is hostile, but it turns out to be our friend.


And we have the same plan
We're both there with the same intentions.


There them bitches go
We finally spot the prostitutes we're looking for.


Civic '94, looking funny though
The prostitutes drive a 1994 Honda Civic, which we find amusing.


Open up the car door, funny smile
We forcibly open the car door with a sinister grin on our faces.


Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
We've already had sex with two of them, and the third one has a big butt.


"Nas this is sherri, sherri this is nas, and his man, ready?"
One of the prostitutes introduces us to a man named Sherri, and vice versa.


Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
We enter the apartment and take off the prostitutes' clothes without their consent.


Ran through them hoes
We had sexual intercourse with all of them in a crude and rapid fashion.


Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
We had a lot of expensive jewelry that the prostitutes seemed to be attracted to.


Can't find my man, heard a blam blam
We can't locate our friend, but we hear the sound of gunfire.


Now I'm wondering, "in this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
We're beginning to worry about our safety and whether we'll survive this situation.


He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Our friend murdered the prostitutes and stole all of their money.


Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
He had a crazed expression on his face, and was under the influence of drugs.


Coming down the stairs
The shooter is descending the stairs and approaching us.


Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
The shooter is now targeting me and attempting to take my gun.


Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
We both point our weapons at each other's faces simultaneously.


My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
My gun is positioned at his mouth, while his gun is aimed at my chin, and I begin to speak quietly.


"put your gun down, we can skip town"
I suggest that he should lower his weapon, and we should both escape together.


Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
I hit him hard enough to knock him unconscious, and then take his jewelry.


Lift off his chain
I remove the necklace from his body.


Took his shit, emptied out close range
I steal his possessions and shoot him at close proximity until he is dead.


Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
The song's hook repeats, emphasizing the violent and senseless nature of these gang activities.


Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Another repetition of the song's chorus, imploring the listeners to participate in the killing of others without remorse.




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Comments from YouTube:

@TheRubinho96

Crazy how Nas on his worst album still had a song which is better than 95% of rappers have in their whole career

@maxamilion8490

BloodFam96 so true๐Ÿ’ช

@lordshishio4853

That is how hard the guy is ,even said so ,his weak albums way better than half of these guys alums

@jasonmorrow3204

So I guess the other 5% is Em, 50, Kendrick, Pac, NWA, Biggie, OutKast....

@fettymode7701

This is hella fire this is not his worst album

@Pikabatt69

@Jason Morrow nah they better the nas

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@tahmiduddin7286

This is my favorite Christmas song

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@brothervsbrother6683

Bahaha

@KD-on6rj

Mines too!

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