Hit Em Up Lyrics

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It only takes one blow from the knock-out pro

Antoinette's on the set, hey yo Hurb, let the beat go



Call me a vocalist, a vocal extraordinaire

And if you ain't heard yet, then just pull up a chair

Don't need a countdown, just a steady beat to be born

And I'ma go for mine, but first let me inform

I rock you chicks quick and you ducks'll get stuck

That's right, step in my path and you're gonna get struck

Cause when I'm holdin this and I like the tempo

I'll take control from the end to my intro

Hittin like a heartbeat's never out of sync

Each rhyme is the chain and my voice is the link

So I make em connect, then I rehearse and perfect

Recite em on wax, so that I can collect

I'm makin papers turn green, you know 'In God We Trust'

You had enough? I thought so, I can see the lust

You want me to go on, my rhyme just flow on

The only time I pause is for my deejay to throw on

Another hit, a little harder and louder

When I drop the mic they come up and say how the

Hell I keep the pace with the serious face

Steal the crowd like a crocodile, leavin a trace

Because I diss hard and I don't miss

But even if I did, I just hit em with this



1, 2 and freeze, don't nobody move

I got a score to settle and my revenge is the groove

We can do this, we can, look out, I'm gonna pick off

I'm called the Gangstress, now here's the kick-off

Crisp and clean, my rhymes keep rollin

Freeze, don't shoot the breeze, I'm gonna keep goin

Browsin through the stack, pull a rhyme off the rack

Then pump it up loud so I can feel the trap

Now check the level, the meter, the bass and the teeter

Your mark, you're set, hold up, this is what you need-a

Someone like me to lead just like a leader

I'm like the Book Of Life and I hope you're good readers

Turn the page, mademoiselles on stage

And that's French for those of you who left the brain in the cage

Just open your eyes, take a good look and

The voice, the rhyme, the beat, it's just hookin

Yeah, cause I'm hype and I'ma raise your temp

Get off the wall, don't stall, ain't nobody exempt

When I say raise your temp I mean spiritual liftin

Run with the rhythm, I can tell if you're listenin

But if you're not and you try to resist

Lights out, call it a day, I'ma hit you with this



I was born to have it good, I keep it in check

Keep the weak out of my path who don't come correct

I never front in front of ducks, I got ( ? ) to hold

Just cut em down to size should they try to get bold

I cold blast one and I mass one

They won't be comin back cause they'll remember the last one

I do it hard, the harder it got

Stick my name in their hearts, they forget me not

Not forever, whenever you can give em a quiz

Who's in control? They know who it is

Spell it out at full, keep their heads down low

Give me a mic and history is made at my show

I'm on point, I'm like a knife when it's sharp and new

Go 'head and beef, chief, and I'll cut right through

Now put your tongue back in your mouth, stop breathin so loud

This is my mic, my rhyme, my beat and my crowd

You want a piece of it, you think you got what it takes?

I mean line for line without a word bein fake

Every rhyme able to flex, plex and vex

Now stop and think: Is she right? You know I'm correct

Because I diss hard and I don't miss

But even if I did, I just hit em with this