Slim Thug - Hit Em Up Lyrics

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[Talking:]

That's how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo

You niggaz getting on tracks like this you gotta get ready

You know I'm saying and Big Pic

I'ma let my lil' dogs ride on your hoe ass

[Doodie]

Get out the way Slim get out the way Slim

And let me address this bitch

They keep talking bullshit I pack bullets that flip

Into a big bitch by the name of Big Pic

Making this a rap again quick to snatch another win

Let's see the shit you talk with a nine under your chin

Your kin wanna sin your mouth got you in trouble

Healthy zig-zag trash ass motherfucker

I speak and don't stutter never biting my tongue

Street sweeping your crumbs leaving holes in your lungs

Dropping bombs like Viet I done peeped you nigga

Southpaw that's raw while I'm sleeping nigga

Steady chasing big figgas while your bitch ass knock me

Don't steal my style cause you known to copy

It's about to get sloppy you can't fuck with me

Let the game go so we can rest in peace

You keep fucking with me you in peace with the rest

Releasing my tech because you got a hole in your chest

You're whining about these checks all you game is garbage

Treat your rap like shit flush it down the toilet

Who the hell done farted oh that's Pic's bullshit

Bitch suck more dick then a porno flick

I'm a faggot you wish nigga place your bids

I'm about to do you dirty like R. Kelly do kids

One minute my nig' the Big Ballin' done got bucked

Big mouth done got shut it's Doodie I hit em up

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[Talking:]

Ha now y'all tell me who won

They see me they run ha

[Sir Daily]

Fa sho Slim Sir Daily make these niggaz retire

Whining ass cry babies need to have pacifiers

Grown men acting like kids jealous and shit

But if you cross us in the streets we putting lead in your clit

Hundred rounds spit buckers ain't no testing the tougher

Watts stuck you like a pussy so who's next to fuck you

Sir Daily a crash dummy you a liar that's false

Any nigga believe in that must be sniffing that soft

I go off at anytime ain't no stealing my shine

Hoe ass nigga wanna hate cause they feeling my rhymes

I never apologize to the day that I die

And when I die I'ma be gangsta with no tears in my eyes

From the cradle to the grave we stay be gangsta ways

With the Boss Slim stays cutting paving the way

Ain't never known to play you out of line and out of touch

Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic you get crushed

You a fucker boy thoed nigga bleeding red blood

You will never hear him say Sir Daily got hugged

Cause I go hard nigga no fraud nigga

I'm the dealer with the deck here's your hoe card nigga hit em up

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