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Shoot 'Em Up

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  アルバム:Greatest Hits  作詞:HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STEVEN/ISLEY ERNIE/ISLEY MARVIN  作曲:HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STEVEN/ISLEY ERNIE/ISLEY MARVIN 

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[Chorus] Shoot shoot shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up [x4] Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya You know, we know, you don't wanna roll Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah... Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know, When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin' Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough Now that you know like that These niggaz come around they don't know how to act, in fact I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood Smokin' weed and up to no good Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank Slang that bud on over yo thug So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate We straight get high, so high That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay It's like parlay parlay like every day Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin' But ya betta be pinnin' yo self I cuts in with tha M-11, 357 Automatic weapons from my shelf. These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll. Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock, 'Bout ta hit this corna, Livin like a thugs on tha real who's stronga When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall Buck-buck, oh yeah Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna, And fuck with tha real mothafuckas They fuck with us when we puff bitch Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick Hey, and 44 mag don't go and Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter Execution, i'll be shootin' round "Leavin' em off on ya raw" Ya plot me cause you watch me My nigga you know you watchin me now When bitch niggaz run up and try me I'm flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum bye-bye And fo sure we lit em up good And you can still find me where You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair Going back to the mo And it's Cleveland Cleveland You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin' There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make A whole notha record For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin to lose And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room If I could just look up and see ya dyin' iyin, iyin and flippin' my mind Whereever you dig em quiet The get past on tha ride right bang That's tha way you get a man,


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