| Song | Shot Up |
| Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
| Album | Decade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| 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 | |
| XTryin' 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 |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| Kill ' em all, let | |
| God sort ' em out | |
| Give a fuck | |
| This is AK47, banana clip rap | |
| Bloodstain' your album cover before it get wrapped | |
| P89 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 | |
| M14 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 | |
| Twentytwo 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 | |
| XTryin' 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 | |
| Twentytwo 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| Kill ' em all, let | |
| God sort ' em out | |
| Give a fuck | |
| This is AK47, banana clip rap | |
| Bloodstain' your album cover before it get wrapped | |
| P89 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 | |
| M14 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 | |
| Twentytwo 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 | |
| XTryin' 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 | |
| Twentytwo 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 |