歌手:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
专辑:《The Collection Volume 1》

Shoot 'Em Up -Bone Thugs -N -Harmony
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya play a haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya we're gonna bring it to ya oh yeah
Right off the jump ooh now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin'rollin'with them big shotguns
And we deep when we creep never sleepin'
And we droppin'them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now that you know like that
These niggas come around they don't know how to act
In fact I'm at the track in the back
With a couple of my cats in the hood
Smokin'w**d and up to no good
Red dog in the trunk and we rollin'that
Bang or slang now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade marinade
We straight get high so high
That's how my mental that's how my mental state is like
Parlay parlay
Like everyday don't think I don't pin play a hation
But ya better pinnin'yourself or contend with the M-11
Point 357Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself tryin'to contend but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of hen
Now we in a red 500Benz-o we roll roll
Drop the top and lock the locks cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner livin'like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya on ya all play a haters goners
Murder mo murder mo murder mo murder them all
They fall they fall buck buck oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah and ah to f**k with the wrong motherf**kers
They fall when we buck b**ch ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey that four four magnum gon'handle em'
Ain't no ni**a badder point 357put that a**on the mat
Execution I'll be shootin'while you runnin'off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me watch me watch me
My ni**a we know what ya thinkin'
Bout but b**ch if you run up and try me
I'm comin'up outta my sh*t with some sh*t
That be keepin'you runnin'and wonderin'
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you can still find me where
East 99drug dealers and po po yeah that's St Clair
Bone runnin'back to mo'and that's Cleveland Cleveland
You know we thuggin'and theivin'theivin'
If somebody got beef we got millions done made
I rollin'thug records for ya see my ni**a
We comin'with nothin'to lose and b**ch if ya try me
All those bloody bodies tryin'to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin'I'n I'n
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
That's way ya get em'man get 'em man get 'em man
Sneak up on em'and you kill em'
And they won't f**k with ya no more
You havin'a party and the w**d goin'up in your body
Smokers chill my niggas done got get me sloppy high oh so so high
Come on come on don't be shy
Let's get high
We got that herb
If you want some want some
We got w**d indeed you need some need some
Ah yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
'Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that ni**a Bone niggas somehow someway get paid
And quit play a hatin'
That buck to the bang everything I got I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme had to thug it out but it came in time just in time
And if you give it to me my thugs gon'give it you
So either way we go about this goes somebody's head gon'get blown
Bone gon'on with your bad self now hey hey hey
Blowin'up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang bang bang
Ni**a wanna roll with bone it's on cause ni**a we cool we cool
Don't forget play a haters get that buck to the bang
All up in that body got him got him
We won't be slippin'we just might be peepin'you all the time
I'm comin'I'm gunnin'and I put that on the double nine
Shoot em'up always hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner creepin'up
Here come them soldiers pullin'up
Better watch one of them st clair niggas
Put it in a gutter better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin'up out your sh*t
You runnin'with a gang of b**ches for you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain ni**a this the north coast homie
That city where the st Clair niggas sell d**e
I hear police roll deep in the set see none of us scared
And we show that it's on b**ch bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a b**ch
I done put it down with my click and stood on my own
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be f**kin'with y'all slangin'my dogs
And em'all niggas been anxious lil'Bizzy but it's all good
I still ball and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin'your souls with the bone
We can show it and since I'm a flow and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Play as takin'up off the style well if you think I'm scared
You dead wrong did you think when I break you down
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot shoot 'em up shoot 'em up shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya play a haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya we're gonna bring it to ya oh yeah
Twelve gauges bust up in ya play a haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya we're gonna bring it to ya oh yeah
Twelve gauges bust up in ya play a haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya we're gonna bring it to ya oh yeah
Twelve gauges bust up in ya play a haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know you don't wanna roll