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Текст песни BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY - Shoot 'Em 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 yaYou know, we know, you don't wanna rollCause 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 gunsAnd we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin' Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enoughNow that you know like thatThese 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 thugSo me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinateWe straight get high, so highThat's how my mental, that's how my mental stayIt's like parlay parlay like every day Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'But ya betta be pinnin' yo selfI cuts in with tha M-11, 357Automatic weapons from my shelf.These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo selfTryin' to get in but they couldn't winWe 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 strongaWhen I put on ya, all playaz gonnazMurda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fallBuck-buck, oh yeah Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna, And fuck with tha real mothafuckasThey fuck with us when we puff bitch Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quickHey, and 44 mag don't go andTha 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 meMy nigga you know you watchin me now When bitch niggaz run up and try meI'm flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum bye-bye And fo sure we lit em up goodAnd you can still find me whereYou know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. ClairGoing back to the moAnd it's Cleveland ClevelandYou know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin' There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to makeA whole notha recordFor you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin to loseAnd bitch if you try me anybody mine plusBloody bodies trying to get out of tha roomIf I could just look up and see ya dyin' iyin, iyin and flippin' my mindWhereever you dig em quietThe get past on tha ride right bangThat's tha way you get a man, get a manSneak up on him and you kill him And he won't fuck with you no more. You havin a partyWith that weed goin up in ya bodySmokers chillMy niggaz they got me sloppy High oh so so highCome on come on don't be shy let's get highWe got tha herb, if you want some, want someWe got weed indeed you need some, need some Oh yeahI know this just might sound crazy, but latelyGotta roll wit' my gunCause tha hatas they hate meWhen they heard that nigga boneNiggaz somehow someway get paidEven 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 meMy thugs gon' give it to you So people pull back its coolSomebody's head gon' get blownBone, doin ya best on that Hey, hey, heyGo and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bangNigga wanna roll with bone it's on But nigga we cool, we coolDon't forget playa hataz gettin'That buck to tha bangAll up in tha body, got 'em got 'emWe won't be slippin' we might just be peepin' you all tha timeI'm comin' I'm gunnin'And put that on tha dolla man...Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off and, you lossin', betta look to falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspringWell that'll be coffins for all of ya offspringFor tha police on the corna'Creepin up because tha soldiersWell they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggazPuttin' it together to grab the doja Well I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit youReady with a gang of bitches for you Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang,That buck, buck to smoke janeSee some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit With that Bizzy maintain Well it be that north coast homieThat city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on itPolice want to search you for nothin' but that skunkSo it's on bitch bangFeel it bitch cause my trigga' fingaz a bitchHo I be puttin em down with my clickI stood em all, and still play And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin with y'allSlangin my dogs to dem allNiggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all goodI still ball, and I'm knowin' you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be showin'Cause as I'm flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway hereClair, stickin' up tha sto'What did you think i'm scaredThere you areWhat did you think i'd bring you down...Chorus [x4]

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