Shoot' Em Up Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 1 - 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, playa 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' weed 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 playa hation 

But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11, 

.357 Automatic 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 500 Benz-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 playa haters goners 

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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 fuck with the wrong motherfuckers 

They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh 

We got something to put you back into your truck quick 

Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em' 

Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass 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 nigga, we know what ya thinkin' 

Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me 

I'm comin' up 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 can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit) 

East 99, drug 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 nigga 

We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me 

(Any bodies) 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 fuck with ya no more 

You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body 

Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high. 

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Come on, come on, don't be shy 

Let's get high 

We got that herb 

If you want some, want some 

We got weed 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 nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid 

And quit playa 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 

Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool 

Don't forget, playa 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 shit 

You runnin' with a gang of bitches 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, nigga this the North Coast 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 that it's on, bitch, bang 

You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch 

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 fuckin' 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 

Playas 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, playa 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, playa 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, playa 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, playa 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