paroles de chanson Shoot Em Up (feat. Peezy) - RicardoGallardo
Ah,
were
gunna
take
you
on
a
shit
to
a
another
journey
To
the
dark
side,
ah
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
shoot
shoot
yeah
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
License
to
kill
with
this
mic
and
the
steel
Despite
how
you
feel
what
I'm
writing
is
crill
Watch
them
itch
for
a
fix
of
the
shit
that
I
speak
You'll
get
hit,
then
ill
dip
off
the
grid
for
a
week
Flip
ya
lid
for
the
weight
that's
sealing
ya
fate
Then
the
ceiling
get
filled
with
the
bricks,
and
the
cake
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
The
Tommy
Gun
got
the
drum
clip
Get
licked
for
the
chicken
I
ain't
talkin'
bout'
no
drumstik
Some
sick
when
they
need
the
dope
Fiending
quotes,
so
the
16
i
wrote
Watch
me
pitch
it,
I
should've
played
for
the
Sox
No
squares
in
the
circle
cuz
I'm
way
out
the
box
lord
Young
scholar,
I
should've
went
to
oxford
Dumb
dollars,
I'm
tryna
get
the
guap
lord
Cop
swords,
dont
bring
a
knife
to
a
gun
fight
In
the
end
ill
have
you
setting
like
sunlight
and
that's
big
facts
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
shoot
shoot
yeah
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
don't
sleep,
cause
sleeps
the
cousin
of
death
I
stay
wide
awake
while
I'm
holding
my
breath
My
mind
keeps
on
turning,
it's
like
the
wheels
on
my
deck
I
kick-flip
Inhale
the
fumes
it's
keeps
on
burning
my
chest
The
mischief
you
wish
ya
knew
that
bleep
the
curse
of
the
rich
You
restless
prepare
for
doom
keep
ya
needs
to
the
left
Oh
word
I'll
tell
you
what
I
suggest
To
yell
for
What
keeps
on
pushing
ya
best
Yo
yo
word
yo
word
yo
yo
word
yo
word
Word
word
word
word
New
age
comin
I
paved
the
way
that
I'm
runnin
on
I'm
fresh
out
the
oven
glazed
baked
with
the
grey
poupon
My
passion
wakes
me
up
dawg
forget
it
don't
need
alarms
I
spit
the
truth
in
the
booth
with
my
ghetto
cadence
dawg
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em'
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
shoot
shoot
yeah
I
rope
em
up
and
boot
em
up
gang
shoot
em
up
Shoot
Shoot
em
up,
shoot
em
up
right
now

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