Mr. Serv-On, Mystikal, Fiend - Boot 'Em Up lyrics

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

Which one of you niggas
Wanna swing something, swing something
Fuck 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 niggas bout that bleedin and needs
See what the streets go over to our survival
Like me
It's called the IE-G T can make it bad for ya
Like findin out your momma never
Had love for ya
I'm a bad muthafucka and bout it
Bout it to the bone
Some niggas 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

One two, No Limit comin for you
Three four, Serv at your door five six

Muthafucka don't be no bitch
Let it be known, let it be sead
Naw, not like that
I came in this muthafucka to get rowdy
Get the fuck out tha way if you scared
Even though it's lovin, I come in the club
Nigga I don't get caught up in that V-IP trip
(none of that) cause like to be one of them
Niggas that like to sit around
And get around with them niggas
That buy my shit
So they say them niggas No Limit real
Nigga we run this bitch
I ain't one of them niggas in my
Video who rap about money and fame
Fuck that
I like talking bout niggas that'll
Die for their street names
From LA to NO from NY to Chi
Till I die I respresent where I'm from
Nigga stand up, here I come
I'm like a twenty one year old Tyson nigga
Knockin niggas out, don't give a fuck
Nigga I keep my fingers on the trigga
So when you want it nigga, come and get it
And when I slap it down nigga you
Wanna know where the fuck I'm from
Third Ward and Uptown boot em up

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 fuck out