Bone Thugs-N-Harmony – “Shoot ‘Em Up” Lyrics

Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Soundtracks/Compilations: Music From The Motion Picture: The Great White Hype: Shoot ‘Em Up

Chorus

Shoot shoot shoot ’em up
Shoot ’em up
Shoot ’em up
Twelve gauges bust up in you
Playa haters we be quick to pin you
You know we know
You don’t wanna roll
‘Cause when we give it to you
We’re gonna bring it to you
Oh yeah

Layzie Bone

Right off the jump ooh
Now I gotsta let you know
When you see me runnin’
Rollin’ with the big shotguns
And we deep when we creep
Never sleepin’
And 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 and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk
And we rollin’ that
Bang or slang
Now bail on over to your 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 my mental state is like
Parlay parlay like everyday
Don’t think I don’t pin playa hation you
But you better pinnin’ yourself
Or contend with the M-11
.357 automatic weapons from my shelf
The niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself
Tryin’ to contend
But they couldn’t win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red Five-hundred Benz-oh
We roll roll
Drop the top
And lock the locks
Cock the glock
‘Bout to hit this corner
Livin’ like a thug on the real
Who’s stronger when I put it on you
All playa haters goners

Krayzie Bone

Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda them all
They fall
They fall
Buck buck
Aw yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off and uh
Fuck with the wrong muthafuckas
They fall quick when we buck bitch
Ooh we got somethin’ to put you back into your trunk quick
Hey that fo’-fo’ magnum
Gon’ handle ’em
Ain’t no nigga badder
.357 put that ass on the mat
Execution I’ll be shootin’ while you runnin’ off at your mouth
You plot me ’cause you watch me
My nigga we know what you’re thinkin’ ’bout
But bitch if you run up and try me
I’m comin’ up outta my shit with some shit that be keepin’ you runnin’
And wonderin’ what have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you still find me where?
East 99
Drugdealers and po-po
Yeah that’s the Clair
Bone runnin’ back to Mo’
And that’s Cleveland Cleveland
You know we thuggin’ and thievin’, thievin’
If somebody got beef
We got millions done made
I rollin’ thug records for you
See my nigga we come with nothin’ to lose
And bitch if you try me (…?…) all those bloody bodies
Tryin’ to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin’ [-yin’ -yin’] and flip up my mind, and whenever you think I’m quiet, I get plots on the riot, riot–bang
That’s way you get ’em man
Sneak up on ’em, and you kill ’em
And they won’t fuck with you no more
You havin’ a party, and the weed goin’ up in your body
Smokers chill
My niggas gotta get me sloppy
High oh
So so high

Wish Bone

Come on come on
Don’t be shy
Let’s get high

Krayzie Bone

We got the herb

Wish Bone

If you want some want some
We got weed indeed
You need some need some
Aw yeah
I know this just might sound crazy but lately
Gotta roll with my gun
‘Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that nigga Bone
Niggas somehow someway get paid
And quit playa hatin’
That buck to the bang
Everything I got
I got ’cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme
Had to thug it out but it came in time
Just in time
And you give it to me
My thugs gon’ give it you
So either way we go about this goes
Somebody’s head gon’ get blown
Bone gon’ on with your bad self
Hey hey hey
Blowin’ up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang bang bang
Nigga wanna roll with Bone
It’s on ’cause 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 slippin’
We just might be peepin’ you all the time
I’m comin’
I’m gunnin’
And I put that on the double nine

Bizzy Bone

Shoot ’em up always
Hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look too bossin’
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring now
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner
Creepin’ up here comes them souljahs pullin’ up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter better off and doze you
Really know you shouldn’t let me jumpin’ up out your shit
You runnin’ with a gang of bitches for you
Ready when I’m ready to do it you
It in my thang
But a buck buck is small change
It’s often they say that the niggas was bullshittin’
And the Bizzy maintain
Nigga this the Northcoast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police
Roll deep in the set
See none of us scared
And we show that it’s on bitch
Bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger’s a bitch
I done put it down with my click
And stood on my own and kill flesh
And I rest on the nine
I’ll be fuckin’ with y’all
Slangin’ my dogs
And ’em all niggas been bullshittin’
Lil’ Bizzy
But it’s all good
I still ball
And I know when you roll
I’m snatchin’ your souls with the Bone
We can show it
And since I’m a flow
And it’s all of y’all realer my niggas
I figured I’d let ’em all know it
Playas takin’ up off the style
Well if you think I’m scared
You (?) you wild
Did you think when I break you down

Chorus

Shoot shoot shoot ’em up
Shoot ’em up
Shoot ’em up
Twelve gauges bust up in you
Playa haters we be quick to pin you
You know we know
You don’t wanna roll
‘Cause when we give it to you
We’re gonna bring it to you
Oh yeah


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Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Soundtracks/Compilations: Music From The Motion Picture: The Great White Hype: Shoot ‘Em Up