Hit Em' Up Lyrics

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Hit Em' Up Lyrics

[Chorus] (Paul Wall)

I'm comin down, I'm actin bad

I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab

I'm comin through, I'm tippin dime

I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin a clown (x2)



(Bun B)

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta

A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta

Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta

Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda

What a f*cked up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario

Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial

They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial

Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go

Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and

Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend

Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say)

I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day

Cuz in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic

Watch what you say when we meet cuz they know might get yo ass kicked

End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK ni**a

We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf*



[Chorus]



(Paul Wall)

This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson

Choppin up tha slab, spokes turnin, bobbies searchin

Shoppers splergin, Caked up cuz my pockets swoll

I'm callin plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll

I'm from that lone star, tippin dime dat candy car

Get it shined on 59, Lean and tuck I'll cut some more

Hoes wanna who we are, Fathers wanna know what we get

Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cuz they ain't hot

They ain't got the cash that I got,

They don't know what my hood 'bout

They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop

Countin cash and stackin not, South victory back to Scott

Crawlin like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch

I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not wit 'cho

Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin em off, you already know

Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh

A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best



[Chorus]