Chorus
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



Which one of you ^!$$%s wanna swing something, swing something
$#&@ 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 ^!$$%s 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 mutha$#&@a and bout it bout it to the bone
Some ^!$$%s 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




One two, No Limit comin for you

Three four, Serv at your door
Five six



Mutha$#&@a don't be no (*##$
Let it be known, let it be sead

Naw, not like that

I came in this mutha$#&@a to get rowdy

Get the $#&@ out tha way if you scared
Even though its lovin, I come in the club
^!$$% I don't get caught up in that V-I-P trip (none of that)

Cause like to be one of them ^!$$%s that like to sit around
And get around with them ^!$$%s that buy my %#@!
So they say them ^!$$%s No Limit real, ^!$$% we run this (*##$

I ain't one of them ^!$$%s in my video who rap about money and fame
$#&@ that, I like talking bout ^!$$%s that'll die for their street names
From LA to NO from NY to Chi

Till I die I respresent where I'm from
^!$$% stand up, here I come
I'm like a twenty one year old Tyson ^!$$%

Knockin ^!$$%s out, don't give a $#&@, ^!$$% I keep my fingers on the trigga
So when you want it ^!$$%, come and get it
And when I slap it down ^!$$% you wanna know where the $#&@ I'm from

Third Ward and Uptown
Boot em up







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 $#&@ out