Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Come the Hits, artist - Shyheim. Album song AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Noo Trybe
Song language: English
Here Come the Hits |
Hit after hit makin’MC’s quit then they jump on my tip for that old raw hit |
You thought I got stuck nah kid you’re outta luck |
You can bet your best buck that I serve it up Boom bow, upside your head with the led, A down low ill type brotha nuff said |
You thought I couldn’t flip ill style’s like this word peep it Look out for the hit as I freak it, jump all around only if you’re outta jam |
But yo keep your ground when brothaz get flam |
Danger Danger better start runnin search for cover kid the hits comin |
Check the technique raw rough and rugged came across mad con but never fronted |
Cause they’ll be none of that I keeps on comin’back for more |
To add more points to the score sound the alarm for destruction iz near |
Explosion there aint no escape from the real |
It’s hectic, tic, tic tic Boom I flips real quick |
Awww shit, here come the hits |
Here comes the hits ya’ll |
Comin out of nowhere with the ill plan of attack |
Staten Island comin soon to your map |
Better get it? |
tryin to front? |
Hits up to here puttin out mad fear |
Then I appear after the smoke clears |
then drop my game on your girl let her know that I’m thorough |
I grand slam in every burrow cause I’m on third base throwin ill styles |
Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child, next up to pop no one is on second |
The nasty one man gang you can’t hang so step back cause u aint |
qualified burn her |
Cause u know and I know there’s only one son on first, now here comes |
the man to clean it up Here comes the hit now duck, the click we all got props to earn |
When its time do ya we all take turns, its my go now |
put on your wool cant quit till im done shut up and sit |
cause here come the hits |
Here come the hits ya’ll |
In case that ya’ll aint done I got a bitch that’s illa |
First at bat upon Killa, a shorty that holds his own with no problems |
All just the cream is quickly I’ll solve 'em |
With just a little slick slang from my tongue |
Or got done by the sword that I brung, the ruckus is with so move back |
and clear the way |
Peace to Doe who couldn’t be here today |
But this one’s bein’sent to you by a crew that’s thick |
(You know the flav) here come the hits |
Here comes the hits ya’ll |
(fade out) |