Shoot the Fuc Up - Mista Taylor - Young Buck

[B-real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood Who's up to no good, and wishes a man would Come up and give him a reason to blast on. I wouldn't put it past him! He's got juice, how long will it last him? He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him Ask him (hey!) what's ya main hobby? He'll say there ain't, nothin like the motherfuckin robbery So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit You know, homey that old top gun shit I got a slug comin straight out the barrel For your ass, if you wanna ask a dumb question Cause I'm quick on the draw, click-click, punks drop Now your lifes ain't worth shit! Chorus: b-real, sen dog (repeat 2x) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (shoot 'em up!) [Sen dog] Sen dog, never again will I bend No letters of death, no threats, will I send So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit (Dumb shit) dumb shit. that, homes where you from? shit Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play Cause it won't pay Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though (You get a fistful!) Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle Still feelin great when you're sleepin on the pavement? Save it! the beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it Chorus [B-real] I've had it up to here, with all the bullshit Finger's on the trigger, and I'm about to pull it Gank hardrock, up the block, you know I rule it To the punks around the corner someone's gonna catch a bullet To the crew, that wants, to get with my program I'm out to get mine, and ain't takin shit from no man In the neighborhood, cause there ain't no brotherhood In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin And I'm smokin any punk who even thinks of finkin Chorus

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!