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[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 Letras de cancionesSo 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 From Letras Mania