Kill 'em all let God sort 'em out. Giva fuck. [Sticky Fingaz]. 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 warzone 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. [Chorus]. 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. [Sticky Fingaz]. 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 haloucinatin. "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 you 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. [Chorus]. 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