Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Em Up, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Tha Boss, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2002
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Hit Em Up |
Who the fuck these niggas talking to man |
These niggas talking down on me mayn |
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga |
Don’t one of them hoe ass niggas got a skin disease |
Or something mayn, man I’m fin to tear they |
Whole motherfucking label up |
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up |
Fuck em ha, shouldn’t of fucked with me boy |
First I’ll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim |
You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game |
You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me |
Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G |
And all along, I use to think I did something wrong |
But fuck that, some niggas just belong in thoughts |
Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain’t my girlfriend |
If I didn’t, I’d be in the same position you in |
He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think |
He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank |
You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper |
If you acting like you broke, you’s a hell of a actor |
Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I’m the Northstar |
Your whole record label, can’t fuck with me by far |
Motherfuck a Black Mario, that’s your G |
You 26 selling dope, but can’t move OZ |
J Dogg you ain’t a Hogg, so I stripped off your title |
Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol |
You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money |
Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy |
You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss |
Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss |
Before I quit, I can’t forget about that other bitch |
Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic |
That’s some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggas |
Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga |
Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y’all shit don’t sell |
Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggas fail, I hit em up |
Leave the North, when you see the Boss |
Get broke off, when you see the Boss |
Try to do me, but they far from ready |
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain’t got no feddy, I hit em up |
Close your mouth, when you see the Boss |
Change your route, when you see the Boss |
Try to do me, but they far from ready |
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain’t got no feddy, I hit em up |
(*talking*) |
That’s how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo |
You niggas getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready |
You know I’m saying, and Big Pic |
I’ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass |
Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim |
And let me, address this bitch |
They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip |
Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic |
Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win |
Let’s see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin |
Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble |
Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker |
I speak and don’t stutter, never biting my tongue |
Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs |
Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga |
Southpaw that’s raw, while I’m sleeping nigga |
Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me |
Don’t steal my style, cause you known to copy |
It’s about to get sloppy, you can’t fuck with me |
Let the game go, so we can rest in peace |
You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest |
Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest |
You’re whining about these checks, all you game is garbage |
Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet |
Who the hell done farted, oh that’s Pic’s bullshit |
Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick |
I’m a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids |
I’m about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids |
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked |
Big mouth done got shut, it’s Doodie I hit em up |
(*talking*) |
Ha, now y’all tell me who won |
They see me, they run ha |
Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggas retire |
Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers |
Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit |
But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit |
Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain’t no testing the tougher |
Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who’s next to fuck you |
Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that’s false |
Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft |
I go off at anytime, ain’t no stealing my shine |
Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes |
I never apologize, to the day that I die |
And when I die I’ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes |
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways |
With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way |
Ain’t never known to play, you out of line and out of touch |
Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed |
You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood |
You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged |
Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga |
I’m the dealer with the deck, here’s your hoe card nigga, hit em up |