Mr. Serv On
Mr. Serv On - Boot 'Em Up lyrics
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[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 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 Chorus 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] Chorus [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] Chorus