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Tytuł: Shoot em up

  • Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
  • Wy¶wietleń: 212

  
   [B-Real]
  Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
  who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
  come up and give him a reason to blast on..
  I wouldn't put it past him!
  He's got juice, how long will it last him?
  He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
  Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
  He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
  So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
  You know, homey that old top gun shit
  I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
  for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
  Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
  Now your lifes ain't worth shit!
  
  Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (repeat 2X)
  
  Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
  Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
  Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
  Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
  
  [Sen Dog]
  Sen Dog, never again will I bend
  No letters of death, no threats, will I send
  So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
  (dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
  Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
  cause it won't pay
  Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
  (YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
  Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
  Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
  Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
  Sen did, no one will explain it
  
  Chorus
  
  [B-Real]
  I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
  Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
  Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
  To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
  To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
  I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
  in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
  In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
  We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
  And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin
  
  Chorus