up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot Shoot the mother fuckas up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Übersetzung: Master P. Shoot 'em Up.
can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
[Chorus] Kill em with the sound kill, em kill em with the sound hit em with the frequency shoot em with the base shoot, shoot em with the base super
Two: Face em and diss em (whattup dog?) Don't give em a demo; kidnap em (I want you to come with me) and make em come to your basement and listen (you
we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin town [Proof] ....Then You get done up
my word and became a friend of me now you're just a enemy [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up just to trouble
free...and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm forsaken...yeah I ain't nothin Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get em up Come on get em up Come on get em up
earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when
4] [Verse 2] How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make'em bleed How you
for national Soulja no limit but I ain't talkin bout Master P I'm in my tour bus a lot of groupies in back of me Every photo shoot, interview, video shoot
Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar The C.O.D., the P.O.P. The "
up pa (what up), what up Pac (what up), what up Pun (what up) What up Big (what up), what up Solja As the streets get colder I get chillier What up Left
no limit but I'm not talking bout Master P I'm in my tour bus a lot and groupies in back of me Every boy'll shoot interview, video, shoot a magazine My
the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the
talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on {Master P} Whassup pimpin? It's P
m tryin' to blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P Cause thats just the way this
