[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
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Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
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You know we know, you don't wanna roll
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Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
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[Layzie Bone]
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Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
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When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
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And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
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And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
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Now, that you know like that
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These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
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In fact, I'm at the track in the back
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With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
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Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
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Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
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So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
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We straight, get high, so high,
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That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
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Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
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But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
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These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
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Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
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You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
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Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
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Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
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Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
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Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
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[Krayzie Bone]
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Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
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They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
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Niggas they get it then pissed off
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And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
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They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
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We got something to put you back into your truck quick
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Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
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Ain't no nigga badder,.357 put that ass on the mat
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Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
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You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
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My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
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Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
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I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
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That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
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What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
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And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
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East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
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Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
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You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
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If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
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I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
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We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
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(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
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If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
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And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
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I get plots on the riot riot bang
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That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
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Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
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You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
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Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
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[Wish Bone]
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Come on, come on, don't be shy
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Let's get high
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[Krayzie Bone]
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We got that herb
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[Wish Bone]
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If you want some, want some
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We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
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Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
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But lately gotta roll with my gun
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Cause the haters they hate me
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Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
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And quit playa hatin'
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That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
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Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
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And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
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So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
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Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
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Blowin' up your face with your pistols
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And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
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Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
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Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
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All up in that
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Shoot 'Em Up
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
