Song | Shot Up |
Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
Album | Decade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jones | |
Kill 'em all, let | |
God sort 'em out | |
Give a fuck | |
This is AK-47, banana clip rap | |
Bloodstain' your album cover before it get wrapped | |
P-89 your mind, you won't forget that | |
Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped | |
On chase got shot in the face | |
Nine niggaz, broad to nothin', while the slug judged his fate | |
Shoulda got low 'steada tryna flossin' his cake | |
Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late | |
These are war zone niggaz, home sweet home, niggaz | |
Killers ain't afraid of nothin', it's on niggaz | |
M-14 your legs with one in your head | |
Put chumps to sleep, lay 'em in deathbed | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twenty-two shots'll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin' the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin' wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You never saw the nigga face that was holdin' the glock | |
You just heard shots then the nigga next to you dropped' | |
Til you seen blood, you ain't even know you got popped | |
Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot | |
Left you for dead, you still alive, count your blessings | |
In the middle of the street holdin' in your intestines | |
All they wanted was the money, you had to be dumb | |
Jumped for the gun, he blew off and punctured your lung | |
Your man came back and found you scrollin' on the pavement | |
Grabbed you in his arms and said, "Hold on, son, you gon' make it" | |
Your vital signs droppin', your hallucinatin'"Somebody call the ambulance", if you live, it's amazing | |
One still in your stomach, two went through your chest | |
Your boy tellin' you, "Don't talk, son, save your breath" | |
The more you walk to the light, the more it's hurtin' less | |
You gettin' nautious from the smell of burnin' flesh | |
Cryin' to | |
God, think he can hear you beg? | |
Tears in your eyes, screamin' "I can't feel my legs" | |
You closer to death, paramedics pumpin' your chest | |
Blowin' your breath, you dyin' but you under arrest | |
How it feel to see a man dead knowin' you next | |
I guess that's what niggaz meant by blood in the | |
XTryin' to hang on but you gon' wish you was dead' | |
Cause if you live the rest of your life it's in the feds | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twenty-two shots'll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up |
zuo qu : Jones | |
Kill ' em all, let | |
God sort ' em out | |
Give a fuck | |
This is AK47, banana clip rap | |
Bloodstain' your album cover before it get wrapped | |
P89 your mind, you won' t forget that | |
Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped | |
On chase got shot in the face | |
Nine niggaz, broad to nothin', while the slug judged his fate | |
Shoulda got low ' steada tryna flossin' his cake | |
Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late | |
These are war zone niggaz, home sweet home, niggaz | |
Killers ain' t afraid of nothin', it' s on niggaz | |
M14 your legs with one in your head | |
Put chumps to sleep, lay ' em in deathbed | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twentytwo shots' ll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin' the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin' wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You never saw the nigga face that was holdin' the glock | |
You just heard shots then the nigga next to you dropped' | |
Til you seen blood, you ain' t even know you got popped | |
Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot | |
Left you for dead, you still alive, count your blessings | |
In the middle of the street holdin' in your intestines | |
All they wanted was the money, you had to be dumb | |
Jumped for the gun, he blew off and punctured your lung | |
Your man came back and found you scrollin' on the pavement | |
Grabbed you in his arms and said, " Hold on, son, you gon' make it" | |
Your vital signs droppin', your hallucinatin'" Somebody call the ambulance", if you live, it' s amazing | |
One still in your stomach, two went through your chest | |
Your boy tellin' you, " Don' t talk, son, save your breath" | |
The more you walk to the light, the more it' s hurtin' less | |
You gettin' nautious from the smell of burnin' flesh | |
Cryin' to | |
God, think he can hear you beg? | |
Tears in your eyes, screamin' " I can' t feel my legs" | |
You closer to death, paramedics pumpin' your chest | |
Blowin' your breath, you dyin' but you under arrest | |
How it feel to see a man dead knowin' you next | |
I guess that' s what niggaz meant by blood in the | |
XTryin' to hang on but you gon' wish you was dead' | |
Cause if you live the rest of your life it' s in the feds | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twentytwo shots' ll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up |
zuò qǔ : Jones | |
Kill ' em all, let | |
God sort ' em out | |
Give a fuck | |
This is AK47, banana clip rap | |
Bloodstain' your album cover before it get wrapped | |
P89 your mind, you won' t forget that | |
Caught behind enemy lines, you gonna get clapped | |
On chase got shot in the face | |
Nine niggaz, broad to nothin', while the slug judged his fate | |
Shoulda got low ' steada tryna flossin' his cake | |
Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late | |
These are war zone niggaz, home sweet home, niggaz | |
Killers ain' t afraid of nothin', it' s on niggaz | |
M14 your legs with one in your head | |
Put chumps to sleep, lay ' em in deathbed | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twentytwo shots' ll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin' the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin' wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You never saw the nigga face that was holdin' the glock | |
You just heard shots then the nigga next to you dropped' | |
Til you seen blood, you ain' t even know you got popped | |
Felt your body temperature change from cold to hot | |
Left you for dead, you still alive, count your blessings | |
In the middle of the street holdin' in your intestines | |
All they wanted was the money, you had to be dumb | |
Jumped for the gun, he blew off and punctured your lung | |
Your man came back and found you scrollin' on the pavement | |
Grabbed you in his arms and said, " Hold on, son, you gon' make it" | |
Your vital signs droppin', your hallucinatin'" Somebody call the ambulance", if you live, it' s amazing | |
One still in your stomach, two went through your chest | |
Your boy tellin' you, " Don' t talk, son, save your breath" | |
The more you walk to the light, the more it' s hurtin' less | |
You gettin' nautious from the smell of burnin' flesh | |
Cryin' to | |
God, think he can hear you beg? | |
Tears in your eyes, screamin' " I can' t feel my legs" | |
You closer to death, paramedics pumpin' your chest | |
Blowin' your breath, you dyin' but you under arrest | |
How it feel to see a man dead knowin' you next | |
I guess that' s what niggaz meant by blood in the | |
XTryin' to hang on but you gon' wish you was dead' | |
Cause if you live the rest of your life it' s in the feds | |
You get shot up | |
Go in the hood you not from | |
You get shot up | |
Twentytwo shots' ll leave you numb | |
You get shot up | |
Startin the beef with no gun | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up, blah | |
You get shot up | |
Leavin wit' bitches after the club | |
You get shot up | |
Stuck at the light, sittin' on dubs | |
You get shot up | |
Left for dead in your own blood | |
You get shot up | |
Blah, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up | |
You get shot up, you get shot up |