up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot Shoot the mother fuckas up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Tulkojums: Master P. Shoot 'em Up.
do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is It's a warning shot before I blow up your whole spot Call
the sound, kill 'em kill 'em with the sound Hit 'em with the frequency Shoot 'em with the base, shoot, shoot 'em with the base Super mega frequency Kick
) They steady buck and you duck (Duck) They'll put you deep in the dust (Dust) My niggas creepin' on ah, come up (Come up) Black nigga killa (Killa)
I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off And shoot this motherfuckers arm off You niggas better smartin' up Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up
niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin
to smile Life's real over here though Y'know Verse 2 (Styles P) Styles don't smile The hood too foul The lil n****z is wild Men lost trial Hit 'em
my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore All black hooded up, nigga we can get it up ya, you can set it up cuz we will neva let it up and Ia??ll do it till you
panther chain you can call me walk an lean, watch codeine, braclet promethazine, rollin up them beans ,shawty cold shawty clean, blame this on my rappin dream, i call em
hailmary your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail and yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail let em sail up the river with that hoe shit or leave em
me paid like a mutha fuckin' vet on the set Let my mail stretch an' gets up To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up I whips up the cream
up like Downty Don't clown me, bitch Dyke hoes wanna lick my clit But end up gettin' stuck in the gut with a dick Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em
punk P, the situation is I skipped it No set trip got the glock caulked Keepin' the tech on the hip like a pro Deep up on the slope pick up the pace
's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up You shot
