Pretty Ugly, P-Dap, 50 Cent - Hit 'Em Up lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[Pretty Ugly, P-Dap, 50 Cent - Hit 'Em Up lyrics]

Yeah, who that? Yeah, yo, whattup, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, yo, yo, yo

P to the Dap, my brothers, start soloist
Situate the jump-off, anything appropriate
See me on a hump
I like weed with the coke in it
From Wichita down to Queens
Fella controllin it
Holdin it, get what I'm supposed to get
Check out to check a lot of hoes in it
Add another O in it
Up to par a nigga loves gleams
With the glow in it
Twenties on the Caddy truck
Ask me how I pose in it
Ride past Jake, doin 80 in the rain, pah
Stupid nigga follow me
Now we in the graveyard
Send dogs to sniff paraphenelli
I send 'em back stiffer
Than notes special delivery
Slick City, hawk made, nigga made history
Sawdy on the sack
Got the Monica Lewinsky look
A legend even in Sicily, shit I'm on
Got the Feds really wanna into me? Never that

(NOW) I'ma hit 'em up (NOW) lay 'em down flat
(RIGHT NOW) what I'm talkin bout
(BLOW BLOW BLOW) take that
(ONE) for the hell of it
(TWO) that's a definite
(THREE) better give it up (FOUR)
How I hit 'em up

Niggas be shootin just to be shootin
I ain't with that
I leave you tongue-kissin my mack
I push your shit back
Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that
Ladies love LL but they let me hit that
Is it the way I look? Or is
It the way I spit that?
That got these high-class hoes
Wanna come and chit-chat split the paper 50
50? yeah I'm with that
But when I rob yo' ass you
Can't get your shit back
Either I'm ahead of my time
Or y'all niggas behind
Shit I'm gettin hotter and hotter
When I rhyme
50 Cent, southside, niggas know how I rock
I post up on your block with
The Glock like a beat-walker cop
One nigga stunt? One nigga shot
One G in your bank? I got that stock
Niggas go against the grain that
Fuck is they thinkin?
I'm bout to jump-start a head open
To see what they thinkin, c'mon

In all sides, at the five
I'm tryin to survive
You get cooked alive and dropped
Off on Kelly Drive
My squad's elite, a dozen deep hold heat
I'm the board of beat
Big like Shanique from up the street
Now after dark, the shit starts
I plays my part i see the NARCs stash my
Coat then hit the park
Don't wanna get knocked
For sixty rocks in a sock
You know the ghetto's red hot
Gots to shot that on my block
I keep it strictly business
It's unfinished if there's a witness
I take it personal when bitch-ass
Niggas start to snitchin
That shit gets me flamin
What these niggas think they gamin?
Nothin but this four 24 aimin
West Philly's where I got my trainin
I represent the 6 like I'm Damien
It ain't nothin changin
Only way y'all hot if y'all sound like Jay
Or somebody from around my way, Philly Philly

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