[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 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 I-E-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
Chorus
One two, No Limit comin for you
Three four, Serv at your door
Five six
[Mr. Serv On]
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 its lovin, I come in the club
Nigga I don't get caught up in that V-I-P 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
