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Sean Paul

"Shoot ’Em Up"

[Intro: Sean Paul]
Well easy, well ya done know so we make it on a cheesy
Sean-a-peesy, th girls are over breezy
Longside the 50 Cent, yo
Now some bwoy like dem take to the extent, yo

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Some bwoy fi check it, j*rk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it , life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
But some likkle youth dem don't get it
Some bwoy fi check it, j*rk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it , life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, Sean da Paul, dem a tell dem who fi check it

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They said they ready, but I know for sure they not ready
Go against the grain if you sure you gon' get it
Four-fifth pop, you drop, get deaded
Flee the crime scene, nah'mean? I forget it
When real rude boys pop up they don't want credit
If n*ggas know you did it then police know you did it
Whenever drama come a real soldier don't set it
If it's beef, dead it, big money, bet it
In your brain, I'll embed it
Don't f*ck with 50 or Sean Paul
I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl
Gangsta, semi-autos, I spray at targets
To n*ggas that don't know, well, we finished the cartridge, yeah

[Verse 2: Sean Paul]
If you cheek it deeply you gonna see
Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be
See all them front up inna the club them a look upon me
But them grow empty, no artileries yo
Positive ,negative and dem cyah hold them stress
Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess
When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked
And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Send dem fi check it
j*rk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it , life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Let's get money, n*ggas like my style, I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your whip up
Gully, I got guns, chromes and black ones
Snub noses, long joints, you might want to pack one
With all the bullsh*t going on in the hood
You need to be holding to something, sh*t is one in the hood
Get your ass beat up, stabbed, then shot up
n*ggas'll tear your f*cking block up over some product

[Chorus: Sean Paul]
Send dem fi check it
j*rk off & madness and them no make it
Madness,and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it
Time fi get it , life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it, yo

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