Hit 'Em Up

(Think it's a game?)

(Yeah, aye, ugh, ugh, look)

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

Don't make me broad day 'em

Don't make me broad day 'em

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

They gonna make me broad day 'em

They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em

I been playin' kibbles

Feed 'em to my man

I hope my man eat 'em, huh

Come holla at ya mans

I got them things cheaper, huh

We got off-white, tan, Molly, for the geekers

Aye, Rollie on me freezing

Dolce jersey, Derek Jeter

Two sticks and one Desert Eagle

Can't find you, we get your people

Them was for my dead people

I see dead people

I got a closet full of nothin' but old dead people

I got some problems

I take my problems out on their people

I got no problem with shootin' it out

I don't give no damn

I got no problem with shootin' it out

I don't give no damn

I got a whole 100 rounds

And I pray it don't jam (Yeah)

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

Don't make me broad day 'em

Don't make me broad day 'em

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

They gonna make me broad day 'em

They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em

Put 1 karat in my nose

3 karats in the ear

If I put like 6 karats on him, he gon' disappear

I'm givin' out, I'm sendin' out gifts

Sendin' moms an ear

We maskin' up like it's Halloween

Every day of the year

I'm comin' off the hip

You know, we'll toss the shrimp

We eat lobster, lot of pasta, real mobster, them

You know my pops' a pimp

You know my mom's like Brazil

Got a crib in Austell

And it's only for the mail, and

I be high as hell

I could probably smoke a bale (Say ooh)

You know that runch, it's got a different smell

Leave him there, let him smell

Never ever leave a trail (Fuck ****)

He ain't get a chance to tell (Aye pussy ****)

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

Don't make me broad day 'em

Don't make me broad day 'em

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up

They gonna make me broad day 'em

They ain't gonna make me broad day 'em