Shot Up
Исполнитель: Sticky Fingaz
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Kill `em all, let God sort `em out<br>Giva fuck<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>This is AK-47, banana clip rap<br>Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped<br>P-89 your mind, you won`t forget that<br>Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped<br>On chase got shot in the face<br>Nine niggaz, broad to nothin, while the slug judged his fate<br>Shoulda got low `steada tryna flossin his cake<br>Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late<br>These are warzone niggaz, home sweet home niggaz<br>Killers ain`t afraid of nothin, it`s on niggaz<br>M-14 your legs with one in your head<br>Put chumps to sleep, lay `em in deathbed<br><br>[Chorus]<br>You get shot up<br>Go in the hood you not from<br>You get shot up<br>Twenty-two shots`ll leave you numb<br>You get shot up<br>Startin the beef with no gun<br>You get shot up<br>Blah! You get shot up, blah!<br>You get shot up<br>Leavin wit` bitches after the club<br>You get shot up<br>Stuck at the light, sittin on dubs<br>You get shot up<br>Left for dead in your own blood<br>You get shot up<br>Blah! You get shot up<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>You never saw the nigga face that was holdin the glock<br>You just heard shots then the nigga next to you dropped<br>Til you seen blood you ain`t even know you got popped<br>Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot<br>Left you for dead, you still alive, count your blessings<br>In the middle of the street holdin in your intestines<br>All they wanted was the money, you had to be dumb<br>Jumped for the gun, he blew off and punctured your lung<br>Your man came back and found you scrollin on the pavement<br>Grabbed you in his arms and said "hold on son you gon` make it!"<br>Your vital signs droppin, your haloucinatin<br>"Somebody call the ambulance!" If you live it`s amazing<br>One still in your stomach, two went through your chest<br>Your boy tellin you "don`t talk son, save your breath"<br>The more you walk to the light the more it`s hurtin less<br>You gettin nautious from the smell of burnin flesh<br>Cryin to God, think he can hear you beg?<br>Tears in your eyes, screamin "I can`t feel my legs!"<br>You closer to death, paramedics pumpin your chest<br>Blowin you breath, you dyin but you under arrest<br>How it feel to see a man dead knowin you next<br>I guess that`s what niggaz meant by blood in the x<br>Tryin to hang on but you gon` wish you was dead<br>Cause if you live the rest of your life it`s in the feds<br><br>[Chorus]<br>You get shot up<br>Go in the hood you not from<br>You get shot up<br>Twenty-two shots`ll leave you numb<br>You get shot up<br>Startin the beef with no gun<br>You get shot up<br>Blah! You get shot up, blah!<br>You get shot up<br>Leavin wit` bitches after the club<br>You get shot up<br>Stuck at the light, sittin on dubs<br>You get shot up<br>Left for dead in your own blood<br>You get shot up<br>Blah! You get shot up<br><br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up<br>You get shot up, you get shot up