Boot ’Em Up lyrics

[Fiend]
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

[Fiend]
Which one of you n*ggas wanna swing something, swing something
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 muthaf*cka and bout it bout it to the bone
Some n*ggas 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]
Muthaf*cka don't be no b*tch
Let it be known, let it be sead
Naw, not like that

I came in this muthaf*cka to get rowdy
Get the f*ck out tha way if you scared
Even though its lovin, I come in the club
n*gga I don't get caught up in that V-I-P trip (none of that)
Cause like to be one of them n*ggas that like to sit around
And get around with them n*ggas that buy my sh*t
So they say them n*ggas No Limit real, n*gga we run this b*tch
I ain't one of them n*ggas in my video who rap about money and fame
f*ck that, I like talking bout n*ggas that'll die for their street names
From LA to NO from NY to Chi
Till I die I respresent where I'm from
n*gga stand up, here I come
I'm like a twenty one year old Tyson n*gga
Knockin n*ggas out, don't give a f*ck, n*gga I keep my fingers on the trigga
So when you want it n*gga, come and get it
And when I slap it down n*gga you wanna know where the f*ck 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 f*ck out

[Fiend]
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