Fiend - Hit 'Em Get 'Em lyrics

Chorus (Fiend): Watch me hit 'em! Watch me lit 'em! Unh, unh Watch me hit 'em! Watch me get 'em then my nine split 'em! (2x) First Verse (J-Dawg): I done more dirt than a lil' But still Gotta feel for the 1-8-7 And once you get done Then I'm on the run with a naked gun like Mr. Drebin I'm tellin' you n***as to watch your back I peel more caps than a jap take pictures A n***a that be down to get wit'cha when I be livin'up off the liquor I figure the bigger the cap The bigger the blood stain is on the black top I get fat props when the gat pop, as I try to close that flat top I stick around til' you black out, hit the back route Duckin' po-po's One time can't identify, because I'm dressed in hoe clothes But even Bo knows what a strap does, when I stash mine in a stash box No weapons or witnesses drop the case or get that a** dropped Mr. D-A, you want a replay? How the G play, with some f**ed nerves My nine strap be buckin' as I'm stalkin' through the suburbs Can't stop what you don't understand, told you fool I'm loced out Shoulda broke out, your life ain't worth a dime when I get smoked out The ghetto's where I dwell, dumpin' shells up out the window Smokin' indo, get lit and treat my homies like my kinfolk I been loced since day one, I'm true to self and that's all I pa** you like a fastball When it's last call for alcohol Drink hennessey like a fish, piss me off and it's your final down Fully automatic makin' you b**h-made n***as bow down What I found now Is that life ain't nothin' but time to try and come up Wanna be round to raise my son up Ain't about to put my gun up Run up n***a you get done up Blazin' a blunt, so when I come duck Lyin' about you murdered n***as knowin' you ain't done f** You punk b**h Chorus Second Verse (Threat + J-Dawg): (Threat) As I bails through the swamp I see faces of d**h All my partners gettin' broke off with no traces left Break yourself, see me, unloadin' with the Glock nine Refuse to stop crime So it's sin though, through your nostril Pump on that afro and away b**h I dumps off Clothes off, there's a two eleven in progress so I just Gets gone in the wind with my papers Capers And pull full time since I pulled my first nine Stick up another victim Cop, before I kick up Dust, bust the two while the seventeen fled the scene Blaze the sack, my mind reacts To jack mode Road to riches, squeeze Glocks to need not My nine to five is homicide It's do or die Me and niener be tag teamin' like Bonnie & Clyde (J-Dawg) M-I-S-T-A J-Dawg L-O-C n***a you can't see this I be this, NIG-ER-RO that's been locin' since the fetus I'm comin' up on the quick fast, I'm lovin' this life I'm livin' I'm givin' no n***a no time to bust back I'm quick to peel your cap, I'll fill your lap Would've spilled your naps and left you open like a liquor store Reachin' for niener but comin' up short 'fo you could get the hoe Now hit the floor and bleed as I proceed to open your chest up Let's check guts, who's next up? To get wet for tryin' to flex nuts I'm penetratin' your kidneys, don't get soft you're coughin' up blood I'm tossin' up slugs You ain't tough enough so I'm f**in' up your Kool-Aid jug I watch 'em tote you like a book bag Put the clip in the Mac And the zip in the sack and they haul your b**h a** Off with your foot tagged, fool Anybody k**a, graveyard filler Cap peeler Glock clamped tight For life is what that Camp like Chorus Third Verse (Threat): Another payday with the AK, as I stay back, with the gun co*ked One shot, put his brains up on the canvas It's scandoulous From the East Bank, to the West Bank, these n***as peelin' caps Givin' dirt naps to you busta muthaf**as pack your gat See the jealous got me strapped, rollin' craps could be dangerous Gotta pay roll for the k**as that be quick to let the stainless bust Flesh change to dust, ain't no risin' up in three days Cuz a G plays for keeps, when a sweeper sweep the street n***as best to haul a**, come clean or get your neck broke When the Tec smoke clears I disappear like David Copperfield Got a proper deal with a proper steal Grounds off-limits Yellow tape and dead bodies, b**h you f**in' with a menace Bodies comin' up stale Chorus