Lletres: Sticky Fingaz. Decade. Shot Up.

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 X
Tryin' 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