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Shoot 'em Up

Nas
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Chords used are: ... ... ... ...
But use:
or G
e|--5----5----3---(10)----|
B|--5----6----3---(12)----|
G|--5----7----4---(12)----|
D|--7----7----5---(12)----|
A|--7----5----5---(10)----|
E|--5----x----3-----x-----|
One  44, two 45's
 3 loaded clips,  4 niggas roll, one  nigga drives
500  Benz, 6 reasons why
 This kid should die
 We shootin 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 aint 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 knowin how we get down.. It goes......
 3X)
 Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
 (whispering)
 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
 Ringin 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 wonderin, "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
 Comin down the stairs
 Now he wantin mine, reachin 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...
 4X)
 (3rd time there is no whispering of:
 "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)

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Readable chord sheet for Shoot 'em Up by Nas

Chords used are: [Am]... [Am]... [Dm]... [G]...

But use:
    [Am]   [Dm]   [G] or  [G]
e|--5----5----3---(10)----|
B|--5----6----3---(12)----|
G|--5----7----4---(12)----|
D|--7----7----5---(12)----|
A|--7----5----5---(10)----|
E|--5----x----3-----x-----|

[Nas]
[Am]One 44, two 45's
3 loaded c[Dm]lips, 4 niggas roll, [G]one nigga drives
[Am]500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should [Dm]die
We shootin every motherf[G]ucker 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 aint 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 knowin how we get down.. It goes......

3X)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
(whispering)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

[Nas]
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
Ringin 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 wonderin, "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
Comin down the stairs
Now he wantin mine, reachin 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...

4X)
(3rd time there is no whispering of:
"kill kill kill, murder murder muder.)

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