"Shoot 'Em Up" lyrics - G-UNIT

G-UNIT
"Shoot 'Em Up"
feat. 50 Cent & Sean Paul

[Intro: Sean Paul]
Well easy, well ya done know so we make it on a cheesy
Sean-a-peesy, the girls are over breezy
Longside the 50 Cent, yo
Now some bwoy like dem take to the extent, yo

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
But some likkle youth dem don't get it
Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, Sean da Paul, dem a tell dem who fi check it

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They said they ready, but I know for sure they not ready
Go against the grain if you sure you gon' get it
Four-fifth pop, you drop, get deaded
Flee the crime scene, nah'mean? I forget it
When real rude boys pop up they don't want credit
If niggas know you did it then police know you did it
Whenever drama come a real soldier don't set it
If it's beef, dead it, big money, bet it
In your brain, I'll embed it
Don't fuck with 50 or Sean Paul
I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl
Gangsta, semi-autos, I spray at targets
To niggas that don't know, well, we finished the cartridge, yeah

[Verse 2: Sean Paul]
If you cheek it deeply you gonna see
Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be
See all them front up inna the club them a look upon me
But them grow empty, no artileries yo
Positive,negative and dem cyah hold them stress
Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess
When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked
And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Send dem fi check it
Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Let's get money, niggas like my style, I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your whip up
Gully, I got guns, chromes and black ones
Snub noses, long joints, you might want to pack one
With all the bullshit going on in the hood
You need to be holding to something, shit is one in the hood
Get your ass beat up, stabbed, then shot up
Niggas'll tear your fucking block up over some product

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Send dem fi check it
Jerk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it, yo