Royce da 5'9" - Hit 'Em lyrics

Yo Royce, the gloves is on?
Don't play around with these motherfuckers
It's time to

(It's the Bar Exam) hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'em
Go!

Five-nine stand back, he 'bout to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she 'bout to blow
That four-four that he's holdin'
Is 'bout to blow i thought I told you
Motherfuckers, it's over, brrrrrp!
Stick up! I got the gats out grindin'
Give me any kinda Preem track
I rap out rhymin' and brrrrp! Switch up
Turn 'round and rap 'bout diamonds
Tell the underground, I'm shinin'
I'll be back, i promise
What you lookin' at, dog? Your boy is fire
The more time goes by, his nose gets higher
Plus, he been pushin' that raw
He knows what he wants
To fuck a Pussycat Doll before he retires
It's all about black and white
It's like a piano
The white and black cards you dealt
Life is a gamble
You might rap hard today, like you a animal
Then suddenly, tomorrow, you gay
Like The Sopranos i done seen it all
Lyrical niggas who dumb it
Down, for y'all niggas to sing
Along and still do nothin'
You simple like the ABC's, is y'all countin'?
You like the caption at the
Bottom with the ball bouncin'

Five-nine, stand back, he about to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he holdin' is about to blow
Preme, tell 'em who it is
Just so that they know

(Royce, five-nine) Hit 'em!
(Just a young nigga caught in
The mix) Hit 'em!
(It's rugged and underground) Hit 'em!
(You can't run no game) Go!

Five-nine, crystal clear, pistol in here
You disappear as soon as I shoot it
If you appear you see it clear if I appear
To be clutchin' a shottie
The butt on the gun is
Bigger than Buffy the Body's
I go upside your head with it
And fuck up the party oooh, I make your ass
Lose those couple Bacardis
The forty-long came along with
A couple of bodies
I know a couple Corleones, a couple of Gottis
My story long, nigga
I stay deep in the drama
I get my Maury on, nigga
And sleep with ya mama
I done did wifes, did dimes
Did niggas in when they tripped
'Cause they found out the kids mines
Blew the Tech off
Drew the column up on who the best
Put himself, Nas
Jay on it and moved the rest off
I'm a gangsta, as well as a star
Put 'em together and you catch me
Pickin' up where Guru left off

Five-nine, stand back, he about to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he holdin' is about to blow
Preme, tell 'em who it is
Just so that they know
(Royce, five-nine) Hit 'em
(Just a young nigga caught in
The mix) Hit 'em
(It's rugged and underground) Hit 'em
(You can't run no game) Go!

I know I said "I wanna fuck a Pussycat
Doll before I retire" what I mean was:
I wanna fuck one before the song goes off