[B-Real]
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Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood
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who's up to no good, and wishes a man would
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come up and give him a reason to blast on..
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I wouldn't put it past him!
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He's got juice, how long will it last him?
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He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him
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Ask him (HEY!) what's ya main hobby?
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He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery
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So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit
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You know, homey that old top gun shit
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I got a slug comin straight out the barrel
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for your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question
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Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop
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Now your lifes ain't worth shit!
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[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog x2]
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah
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Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!)
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[Sen Dog]
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Sen Dog, never again will I bend
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No letters of death, no threats, will I send
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So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit
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(dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit
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Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play
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cause it won't pay
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Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though
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(YOU GET A FISTFUL!)
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Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
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Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement?
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Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
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Sen did, no one will explain it
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[Chorus]
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[B-Real]
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I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit
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Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it
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Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it
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To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet
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To the crew, that wants, to get with my program
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I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man
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in the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood
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In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up
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We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin
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And I'm smokin any PUNK who even thinks of finkin
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[Chorus]
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Shoot 'Em Up
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Cypress Hill |