[fiend]

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Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em down till there's nothin around

Boot 'em up, boot 'em down

Boot 'em up, boot 'em down

Boot 'em up, boot 'em down, boot 'em down, boot 'em down

Boot 'em up, boot 'em down

Boot 'em up, boot 'em down

Boot 'em up, boot 'em up till they gotta go down



[fiend]

Which one of you niggas wanna swing something, swing something

Fuck with me this bumble bee goin sting something

You actin like i ain't a knockout king or something

Ghetto concrete, rings, left, right dubbin

Grab them choppers and weed

Them niggas bout that bleedin and needs

See what the streets go over to our survival, like me

It's called the i-e-g-t can make it bad for ya

Like findin out your momma never had love for ya

I'm a bad muthafucka and bout it bout it to the bone

Some niggas go to clubs but they never make it home

Keep a pistol on me if you want me

Pull in first, so i hope you just ready to settle will just haunt you



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One two, no limit comin for you

Three four, serv at your door

Five six



[mr. serv on]

Muthafucka don't be no bitch

Let it be known, let it be sead

Naw, not like that



I came in this muthafucka to get rowdy

Get the fuck out tha way if you scared

Even though its lovin, i come in the club

Nigga i don't get caught up in that v-i-p trip (none of that)

Cause like to be one of them niggas that like to sit around

And get around with them niggas that buy my shit

So they say them niggas no limit real, nigga we run this bitch

I ain't one of them niggas in my video who rap about money and fame

Fuck that, i like talking bout niggas that'll die for their street names

From la to no from ny to chi

Till i die i respresent where i'm from

Nigga stand up, here i come

I'm like a twenty one year old tyson nigga

Knockin niggas out, don't give a fuck, nigga i keep my fingers on the trigga

So when you want it nigga, come and get it

And when i slap it down nigga you wanna know where the fuck i'm from

Third ward and uptown

Boot em up



[fiend]

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[mystikal]

Gives a five, funkdafied, call this microphone handler

The billboard spot damager, tarantula in front the camera

From amateur to the actin' animal

More graphic than the ????

And i get's down like tommy lee be doin pamela

Now see what we can break out

I set it off, i let it all hang out

Busta's be formin off the charts talkin bout wooooooah

But i'm a be rhymin me to be talkin bout weeeeeee

I beat ya up, i cut ya up, i stab ya up, i bust ya up

Take it, you can't do nothin for the reprucussion from this bucka bucka

Round your people, get your issues, get the fuck out



[fiend]

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