Bone Thugs N Harmony - Shoot 'em Up Lyrics
Bone thugs-n-harmonyKrayzie:Shoot, shoot, shoot em up. shoot em up. shoot em up.Twelve gauges bust up in ya. playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.You know we know you dont wanna roll,cause when we give it to ya, were gonna bring it to ya. oh, yeah.Layzie:Right off the jump, ooh, now I gotsta 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 whammies on fools, whoGet dumb and numb. now, that you know like that. these niggas come around; they dont know how to act. in fact, Im at the track in the back with a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin weeUp 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, soThats how my mental, thats how my mental state is like. parlay, parlay, like everyday. dont think I dont pin playa hation ya, but ya better pinnin yourself, or contend with the m-11, .35Omatic weapons from my shelf. the niggas wanna take my health and wealth, check yourself, tryin to contend, but they couldnt win. you took it to the head with a fifth of hen, now we in a red-hundred benz, oh, we roll, rOll. drop the top, and lock the locks, ***** the glock, bout to hit this corner, livin like a thug on the real. whos stronger when I put it on ya, on ya? all playa haters goners.Krayzie:Murder, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda them all. they fall. they fall. buck. buck. oh, yeah. niggas--they get it then pissed off, and a, and a to ***** with the wrong mutha*****as. they fallK) when we buck, *****, ooh, we got somethin to put you back into your trunk quick. hey, that fo-fo magnum, gon handle em, aint no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat, execution, iE shootin while you runnin off at your mouth. you plot me, cause you watch me, watch me, watch me. my nigga, we know what youre thinkin bout, but *****, if you run up and try me, Im comP outta my shit with some shit that be keepin you runnin and wonderin what have I got to make sure they lit him up good. and you still find me. where? [you know we bullshit.] east 99, druErs and po-po--yeah, thats the clair. bone runnin back to mo, and thats cleveland, cleveland. you know we thuggin and theivin, theivin. if somebody got beef, we got millions done made.Ollin thug records for ya, sEe my nigga, we com with nothin to lose. and *****, if ya try me, (...? ...) all those bloody bodies, tryin to get outta the room. if I could just look up and see haters dyin [-yin -yin] aIp up my mind, and whenever you think Im quiet, I get plots on the riot, riot--bang. thats way ya get em, man: [get em, man; get em, man.] sneak up on em, and you kill em, and they wonK with ya no more. you havin a party, and the weed goin up in your body. smokers, chill. my niggas, gotta get me sloppy. high, oh, so, so high.Wish:Come on, come on, dont be shy. lets get high.Krayzie:We got the herb.Wish:If you want some, want some. we got weed indeed. you need some, need some? aw, yeah. I know this just might sound crazy, but lately gotta roll with my gun, cause the haters they hate me, waUrt that nigga, bone. niggas somehow, someway get paid, and quit playa hatin. that buck to the bang, everything I got, I got cause we rhyme, thai rhyme. had to thug it out, but it came in tJust in time. and you give it to me, my thugs gon give it you, so either way we go about this goes, somebodys head gon get blown. bone gon on with your bad self, hey, hey, hey, blowin upFace with your pistols and get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang. nigga wanna roll with bone, its on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool. dont forget: playa haters get that buck to the banUp in that body. got em, got em. we wont be slippin. we just might be peepin you all the time. Im comin. Im gunnin, and I put that on the double nine.Bizzy:Shoot em up always, hate when I break you off and you loss and make it look to (? ). let there be coffins for all of your offspring, now. let there be coffins for all of your offspring for theCe on the corner, creepin up, here comes them soldiers pullin up, better watch one of them st. clair niggas. put it in a gutter, better (often) and doze ya. really know ya shouldna let me j up out your shit, you runnin with a gang of *****es for you, ready when Im ready to do it you. it in my thang but a buck, buck is small change, its off in ten to say that they niggas was bIttin, and the bizzy maintain. nigga, this the northcoast homie. that city where the st. clair niggas sell dope. I hear police. roll deep in the set, see none of us scared, and we show thatOn, *****. bang. you feel the pitch of my trigger fingers a *****. I done put it down with-a my click, and stood on my own, and (kill flesh). and I rest on the nine, Ill be *****in with ySlangin my dogs, and em alL niggas been (? ) little bizzy, but its all good, I still ball. and I know when ya roll, Im snatchin your souls with the bone, we can show it, and since Im a flow, and its all of yall reMy niggas, I figured Id let em all know it. playas takin up off the style; well, if you think Im scared, you (dead wrong) did you think when I break you down.Krayzie:Shoot, shoot, shoot em up. shoot em up. shoot em up.Twelve gauges bust up in ya. playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.You know we know you dont wanna roll,cause when we give it to ya, were gonna bring it to ya. oh, yeah.
