Boot em Up Lyrics by Mr. Serv-on

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 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

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