50 Cent - The Hit lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - The Hit lyrics]
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
The only thing hotter than my
Flow is the block
That's why I left this snow biz
And got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on
'til I say it's on, it's on
I'm eating
Ya'll niggas fasting like it's Ramadan
Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar sipping a Don
I keep the bottle just in case
You never know when it's on
This word is bond, I can't go wrong
My team's too strong
You want war? I take you to
War now that my money long
Why you broke cats is by
The bylines and fantasize
The way I'm spitting
Put TV's in everything I sit in
While I'm hot to death I'm gonna say
This to all you player haters
Ya'll should hate the game not the players
Come on
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
Everyday is bugged
Niggas will come to a club
To try to show you they a
Thug instead of showing some love
Now what you think you chump me
If I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill
Faster than you make a G?
I know I lie, it's a habit
I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinking I be out
To lunch with mines
Then in crunchtime I start hitting
'em hard with punchlines
You cats got to be sick
To think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average
I always make hit's
My flow leave these rap cats petro
All across the metro plus I pack a cannon up
Under my Marc Buchanan
They fake, they look like money
But ain't worth half the cake
Have me running from Jake in
A GS with bad brakes
They want to knock the take for Christ sakes
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
Yo, son remember them fake players
Who try to play us
At The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers
And beat up gators
Looking like last year's players
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal
He copped one bottle of Mo
From the look in the dude's face and
The bulge in his waist he holding
(yeah he's packing, I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a
Big man, I dealt with him, son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they
Ain't had a run since '81
They ain't here on a hunt for food
So they could catch you some
Cash and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this
Bottle if he move
I ain't the one, son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
I change places to prevent catching the cases
Races in the faces tie like shoelaces
This is a hit
Let's see if homicide trace this
(Fifty-Cent, let's see if
Homicide trace this)
Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this
Fifty-Cent, let's see if homicide trace this