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The Great White Hype movie - Shoot 'Em Up lyrics

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Song by Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony<br /><br>

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]<br>

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up<br>

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up<br>

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up<br>

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up<br>

Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya<br>

You know we know, you don't wanna roll<br>

Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah<br>

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[Layzie Bone]<br>

Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know<br>

When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,<br>

And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'<br>

And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb<br>

Now, that you know like that<br>

These niggas come around, they don't know how to act<br>

In fact, I'm at the track in the back<br>

With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good<br>

Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that<br>

Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs<br>

So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade<br>

We straight, get high, so high,<br>

That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay<br>

Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation<br>

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

.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf<br>

These niggas wanna take my health and wealth<br>

Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win<br>

You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen<br>

Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll<br>

Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock<br>

Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real<br>

Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners<br>

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[Krayzie Bone]<br>

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all<br>

They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah<br>

Niggas they get it then pissed off<br>

And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers<br>

They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh<br>

We got something to put you back into your truck quick<br>

Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'<br>

Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat<br>

Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth<br>

You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me<br>

My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'<br>

Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me<br>

I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit<br>

That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'<br>

What have I got to make sure they lit him up good<br>

And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)<br>

East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair<br>

Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland<br>

You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'<br>

If somebody got beef, we got millions done made<br>

I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga<br>

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

(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room<br>

If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,<br>

And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet<br>

I get plots on the riot riot bang<br>

That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man<br>

Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more<br>

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

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

<br>

[Wish Bone]<br>

Come on, come on, don't be shy<br>

Let's get high<br>

<br>

[Krayzie Bone]<br>

We got that herb<br>

<br>

[Wish Bone]<br>

If you want some, want some<br>

We got weed indeed, you need some, need some<br>

Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy<br>

But lately gotta roll with my gun<br>

Cause the haters they hate me<br>

Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid<br>

And quit playa hatin'<br>

That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme<br>

Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time<br>

And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you<br>

So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown<br>

Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey<br>

Blowin' up your face with your pistols<br>

And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang<br>

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

Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang<br>

All up in that body, got him, got him<br>

We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time<br>

I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine<br>

<br>

[Bizzy Bone]<br>

Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss<br>

And make it look to floss<br>

Let there be coffins for all of your offspring<br>

Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring<br>

For the police on the corner, creepin' up<br>

Here come them soldiers pullin' up<br>

Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas<br>

Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya<br>

Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit<br>

You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you<br>

Ready when I'm ready to do it you<br>

It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change<br>

It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'<br>

And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie<br>

That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope<br>

I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared<br>

And we show that it's on, bitch, bang<br>

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

I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,<br>

And kill flesh and I rest on the nine<br>

I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs<br>

And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good<br>

I still ball, and I know when ya roll<br>

I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone<br>

We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer<br>

My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it<br>

Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared<br>

You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.<br>

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[Hook repeated to fade]<br>

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