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 n***as wanna swing something, swing something f** 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 n***as 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 muthaf**a and bout it bout it to the bone Some n***as 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] Muthaf**a don't be no b**h Let it be known, let it be sead Naw, not like that I came in this muthaf**a to get rowdy Get the f** out tha way if you scared Even though its lovin, i come in the club n***a i don't get caught up in that v-i-p trip (none of that) Cause like to be one of them n***as that like to sit around And get around with them n***as that buy my sh** So they say them n***as no limit real, n***a we run this b**h I ain't one of them n***as in my video who rap about money and fame f** that, i like talking bout n***as that'll die for their street names From la to no from ny to chi Till i die i respresent where i'm from n***a stand up, here i come I'm like a twenty one year old tyson n***a Knockin n***as out, don't give a f**, n***a i keep my fingers on the trigga So when you want it n***a, come and get it And when i slap it down n***a you wanna know where the f** 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 f** out [fiend] Chorus