[Intro: Tyler Woods]
"Shoot, shoot 'em up" (Yeah)
"Shoot, shoot 'em up" (Ah)
"Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up" "Gotcha"
Yeah, ha, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh yeah
Hoo ooh hoo, yeah, yeah
Ooh hoo hoo, oh oh, oh
Baby girl, baby girl, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love
You got me caught up
In between choosing love, my mind is made up
Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer
I'm begging you please, hear my plea

[Verse 1: Geechi Suede]
I give you all my time and my dividends
Beamers, buggys with lizard skin
All I is naggin', no affection, no passion
What happened to celebratin', phone sex, masturbatin'
Late night never fail, long distance conversatin'
Been met the parents, plus I bonded with the family
So why keep fallin' in insanity and how can it be
You askin' me to choose between my music and you
This is something I never imagined we would be going through ("Gotcha")-
[Verse 2: Sonny Cheeba]
Tell me how you make a pimp cry, how you got the pearly
Spent around your neck, girl, how you make me spend cheese?
Make me carry photos, show it to my chief crooks
Said I'm off my best lean (Man, you off the meat hook)
How you make 'em say that, and you know I don't care
How you on the meanest magazine stylin' the mohair
How you the, best ever?
How could I ever cheat and smile at ya? Gotcha ("Gotcha")-

[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love
You got me caught up
In between choosing love, my mind is made up
Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer
I'm begging you please, hear my plea

[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]
This ain't no merry-go-round, this ain't no carousel ride
But this is my first plea, and this is my last cry
She worse than paparazzi, probably buggin' my Huaraches
Wanna listen and watch me, why don't you trust me and love me
Let me tell you my secrets and show you all of my gratitude
I'm doing this for us so you should dead the attitude
We said we would always sip 'zé 'til we old and gray
And maybe one day have a wedding bouquet and hey
[Verse 4: Sonny Cheeba]
I'm in a four-seater, mack leaner, Cadillac doors
Four ninas track Cheeba, see me speed off
(Why?) Magic is magic
(But is she right?) Romantic's romantic
(Now catch me on the fly) But not here and not now
Meet me on the blue love, red cloud of passion
Match Cheeba fashion, his and her minks
His and her watches, she and his cash

[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love
You got me caught up
In between choosing love, my mind is made up
Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer
I'm begging you please, hear my plea

[Verse 5: Geechi Suede]
She saying, "Bang, bang," steady shootin' up my movie
Why she think she always gonna catch me with some groupies?
I can't help it if women wanna pursue me
But it's you that soothe me, they just wanna use me

[Verse 6: Sonny Cheeba]
I told her tiptoe, blindfold, walkin' through the cascade
It's me in her world, we gon' live it 'til the last day
She at the top of my list for the diamond race
Plus for the diamond lace, diamonds on a ring
[Chorus: Tyler Woods]
Oh, oh, I ("Got—, gotcha") need your love
You got me caught up
In between choosing love, my mind is made up
Lady, I don't question love as long as you answer
I'm begging you please, hear my plea

[Outro]
"Got—, gotcha"
"Shoot 'em up movies"
"Gotcha"
"Shoot 'em up movies"