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Bone Thugs N Harmony - "Shootem Up"
Lyrics to Shootem Up : [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 dont wanna roll Cause then we give it to you, were 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 dont know how to act, in fact Im 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 Thats how my mental, thats how my mental stay Its like parlay parlay like every day Dont 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 couldnt 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 whos 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 dont go and Tha little nigga dont know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter Execution, ill 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 Im 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 its Cleveland Cleveland You know we thuggin and thievin thievin Theres 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 Thats tha way you get a man, get a man Sneak up on him and you kill him And he wont fuck with you no more. You havin a party With that weed goin up in ya body Smokers chill My niggaz they got me sloppy High oh so so high Come on come on dont be shy lets get high We got tha herb, if you want some, want some We got weed indeed you need some, need some Oh yeah I know this just might sound crazy, but lately Gotta roll wit my gun Cause tha hatas they hate me When they heard that nigga bone Niggaz somehow someway get paid Even if they hate that buck to tha bang Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes Had to thug out but it came in time Just two times And if you give it to me My thugs gon give it to you So people pull back its cool Somebodys head gon get blown Bone, doin ya best on that Hey, hey, hey Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang Nigga wanna roll with bone its on But nigga we cool, we cool Dont forget playa hataz gettin That buck to tha bang All up in tha body, got em got em We wont be slippin we might just be peepin you all tha time Im comin Im gunnin And put that on tha dolla man... Shoot em up always, St. Clair breakin you off and, you lossin, betta look to falsin, thatll be coffins for all of ya offspring Well thatll be coffins for all of ya offspring For tha police on the corna Creepin up because tha soldiers Well they betta be watchin on of them St. Clair niggaz Puttin it together to grab the doja Well I know ya, see now you jumpin about yo shit you Ready with a gang of bitches for you Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang, That buck, buck to smoke jane See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit With that Bizzy maintain Well it be that north coast homie That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it Police want to search you for nothin but that skunk So its on bitch bang Feel it bitch cause my trigga fingaz a bitch Ho I be puttin em down with my click I stood em all, and still play And rest my nine up when Im fuckin with yall Slangin my dogs to dem all Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but its all good I still ball, and Im knowin you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be showin Cause as Im flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin up tha sto What did you think im scared There you are What did you think id bring you down... Chorus [x4] [ Shootem Up Lyrics ]
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