Shoot 'em up Songtext

von Bone Thugs N Harmony

Worum geht es in dem Song?

Der Songtext "Shoot 'em up" von "Bone Thugs N Harmony" handelt von Gewalt und Konfrontation. Die Lyrics beschreiben die ...

Shoot 'Em Up
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, and Wish

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-Refrain-
Shoot, shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up/ 12 gauges bust up in you, playa haters
We be quick to pin you, cuz when we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you Oh, yeah

Layzie
Right off the jump, Ooh/ Now I gots to let you know/ When you see me got me rollin'
With them big shotguns, and we deep when we creep; Never sleepin'/ We droppin' them whammies on fools
Who wanna get dumb and numb/ Now that you know like that; These niggas come around
They don't know how to act/ In fact; I'm at the track in the back with a couple of my cats
In the hood/ Smokin' weed, ain't up to no good/ Red Dog in the trunk
And we rollin' that thang, slang that bail on over you thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade/ We straight
Get high, so high; That's how my mental -That's how mental state
It's like parlay/ Parlay Like everyday/ Don't think I don't pin playa hation
But you better be pinnin' yourself or contend With the M-11, .357, automatic weapons from my shelf
Niggas wanna take my health and wealth; Check yourself/ Tryin' to contend, but couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen and Now we in to win 500 Benz/ Oh, we roll, roll
Drop the top and lock the locks/ Cock the glocks 'Bout to hit this corner/ Livin' a thug on the real
Who's stronger? When I put on you? All playas gonners

Krayzie
Muder, Mo' muder, Mo' murder, Mo' muder them all; They fall -They fall
Buck! Buck! Oh, yeah niggas they gettin' us pissed finna/ And they f*ck with the wrong m*thaf*ckas
To f*ck with when pump b*tch/ Ooh, becauze we gonna put right back in your trunk quick
Hey! That 44 magnum gon' have to learn ain't no nigga badder then .357
Put that ass into matter; Execution/ I'll be shootin' rounds/ He runnin' off with your mo
You plot, cuz you watch me (watch me, watch) My nigga, we know what your thinkin' bout
But b*tch; If you run up and try me, I'm comin' up outta of my street with some sh*t
To be keepin' you wonderin' whatever happend to him/ They sure did lit him up good
And you can still find me where you know (Cleveland, Cleveland) E. 1999 drugdealers and po-po
Yeah! That's the Clair; Goin' right back to Mo! and it's Cleveland
Cleveland! You know were thuggin' and theivin', theivin'/ If somebody got beef
We got millions done made/ And don't let that record fool you/ See my nigga, we comin' with nothin' to lose
And b*tch, If your tryin' to hear the bodies, minus bloody bodies tryin' to get out of the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin'...Your flippin' my mind
Whenever you think I'm quiet I could pass on the right, right? Bang! That's the way you get him man
Get him, man/ Get him,man /Sneak up on him/ All you kill him and he won't f*ck with you no more
You havin' a party/ Indo We got goin' up your body/ Smokers chill, my niggas they done got me sloppy
High...Oh...So, So high

Wish Come on, Come on/ Don't be shy/ Let's get high
Krayzie We got the herb

Wish
If you want some, want some/ We got weed indeed/ You need some, need some/ Oh, yeah
I know this just might sound crazy, but latley; Gotta roll with my gun, cuz the haters; They hate me
When they heard that nigga Bone/ Niggas somehow, someway get paid
Quit playa hatin' that buck to the bang/ Everything I got/ I get cuz we rhyme tight rhyme
Had to thug it out but it came in time/ Just in time and if you give it to me
My thugs gon' give it to you/ So get it with coke after school/ Somebodies head gon' get blown
Bone don't you pass up/ Now hey, hey, hey/ Blowin' in your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang, nigga
Wanna roll with Bone that's all, nigga/ We cool, we cool/ Don't forget; Playa haters get
That buck to the bang/ All up in that body/ Got'em, got'em; We won't be sleepin'
We just might be givin' you all the time/ I'm comin', I'm gunnin', and I put that on the double 9

Bizzy
Shoot'em up always hate when I break you off and you lost it/ Better look to false it
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring/ Oh
For the police on the corner/ Creepin' up; Here comes the soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas/ Put it in the gutter/ Better often dozer
Really know you/ Shoot 'em up/ Me comin' up out your sh*t/ You runnin' with a gang of b*tches
Whenever your ready; I'm ready/ To do it to you/ Be my thang with a buck buck
Small change/ Just often let's say that your niggas was bullsh*tin' and Bizzy maintain
Nigga, it's the Northcoast homie; that city where the St.Clair niggas sell dope/ I here Police
Deep in the set; See, none of us scared, we started/ It's on b*tch, Bang!
You feel the pinch of my trigger fingers a b*tch/ I done put it down with my click
Let's kill 'em all, let's kill/ Flesh and I rest on the 9 when not f*cking with ya'lls
Even my doggs kill 'em all/ Niggas, the nation lil' Bizzy/ It's all good, I'll still rollin'
And I know rollin' and snatchin' them sounds with the Bone/ Nigga we can show it
And since I'm flowin'/ When it's all that you heard/ All my niggas, I figured I'll let'em all know it
(Know it) Playas takin' up off this style/ And if you think I'm scared
You're dead wrong/ What will you think when I bring you down?

-Refrain-