Shoot 'em Up Lyrics - Cypress Hill

[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! 

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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 

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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