Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Hits The Fan , by - Obie Trice. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shit Hits The Fan |
| Yeah |
| Yo, let’s bring it |
| What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| Will you be as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| And show us you’re as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| Niggas is so gangsta, niggas is thugs |
| Niggas’ll spend they whole life peddling drugs |
| Slangin' dope in hopes of one day being able |
| To own their own label and give the game up |
| Some niggas came up, some just didn’t |
| That’s just the way it is; |
| if it ain’t meant it, it just isn’t |
| Some niggas’ll get money and pay niggas to back 'em |
| So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough |
| And that’s ass-backwards |
| 'Cause them niggas just gon' keep comin' back |
| And that’s when extortion happens |
| And you struggle to get free, I know how this shit be |
| You’d give anything to live legitimately |
| But you gone find if you do get in this industry |
| It’s best to be business with me than against me |
| Niggas get behind mics and ain’t even emcees |
| Niggas get on MTV just to diss me |
| This shit don’t even piss me off |
| I’m laughing all the way to the bank |
| Watching the satellite from a Bentley |
| And you niggas don’t even got a car |
| You’re so far under my radar |
| I don’t even know who the fuck you are |
| To tell you to suck my dick while I’m pissin' |
| I don’t even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I’m dissin' |
| And media just feeds into these feuds |
| Tryna add fuel to the fire, this lil' nigga Ja Rule |
| Talking bout he’s gon' slap me? |
| Nigga please! |
| You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees |
| I laugh at these magazines when they interview him |
| All they doing is making fake threats to us through them |
| And, pussy, you not Pac; |
| I knew him |
| Pac was a real nigga, you just a fucking insult to him |
| It’s too bad we had to fall out before he passed |
| 'Cause if he could see this shit now, he’d be whoopin' your ass |
| You’re talkin' to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years |
| Who you got in ya ear? |
| (Pshhhhh!) |
| I ain’t even gotta say it, the fans know |
| Quit tryna be tough, nigga, you look like an asshole |
| What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| Will you be as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| And show us you’re as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| They say, «Why don’t we increase the peace?» |
| The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps |
| 'Cause niggas run mouths but they don’t run streets |
| Till that fo'-five will cease your speech |
| Yeah, it’s a shame how the beef’ll creep |
| Could’ve reached ya peak, now you’re left with a horrible leak |
| I’m tryin' to be as bleak with my speech as possible |
| Just in case a nigga tryin' to throw me an obstacle |
| Nigga, I’m not boxin' you, I’m hospitable |
| I put you in a hospital, that’s how I get at you |
| Let the Doc op- on you, he don’t rid you? |
| You back on the streets, I send another hit at you |
| This is not a hypocritical issue |
| I will critical condition your tissue, give a fuck |
| If all ten of them with you, I throw an extra ten of them missiles |
| Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko |
| And ever since Eminem dissed you |
| I swear I see the woman and bitch in you |
| All this bickerin' back and forth over who signs who |
| Curtis pulled your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered |
| Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn! |
| And quit tellin' all these magazines your plans |
| How you gon' slap up my mans? |
| You’re fict-ious |
| Nigga, we’ll send Stan to come murder your bitches |
| What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| Will you be as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| I said, what you gonna do when shit hits the fan? |
| Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? |
| And show us you’re as hard as you say you are? |
| Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? |
| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha |
| Yeah |
| Go hide behind all the gangstas you want, nigga |
| Matter of fact |
| Go get every gangsta from every hood |
| In the United States of America to back you, nigga |
| Ain’t nobody rap wit you |
| You can’t see that? |
| You fell off, nigga |
| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha |
| Damn |
| Shady slash Aftermath, mothafucker |
| 2003 to infinity! |
| Yeah! |