Various Artists - Hit Em Up lyrics

I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!) Pa** me a ski mask, a Glock, and my tennis shoes I got nu-thin to lose Pa** me a ski mask a Glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!) Chorus: Mercedez You need to get, your life together (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) South money and hustlin, don't last forever (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) Some say that G's make the world go round (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down? (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck Mama need food in the icebox And I need some new Jordan with some white sock Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up Down South with the task all on it *sirens* Bout to put five in the stash box Called the C-Murder up for them plastic Glocks Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches No longer, livin in condos It's mansions and fifty inch windows Marble floors, tailor made suits Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain't livin right Me give it up, I get rowdy Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it Chorus [Silkk the Shocker] I gots, nuthin to lose, I'm on the run like The Fugitive My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to live Me and P ridin dirty, in the Yukon Bout to get caught in due time, different place every state a new crime Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go round From out between the knocks I lets em in Can't lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen How many I k** goin for the cash Dude, I gotta do it for the stash Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash Whatever we make, P, we goin in half A n***a s** money and greed, costs of livin lavish Hey I'ma get ya for what you got If you ain't got it, act like you don't have it I grab my gun before I grab my shoes Everything on the line, so I can't lose Man, look, you know Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool So I'm a be gon away like a breeze Run through like, all type of trees I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can't lose [Master P] I got nuthin to lose Pa** me a ski mask, a Glock, and my tennis shoes Chorus [Mercedez] We're in it deep, and we're in it to win it (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) In other words, there ain't no stoppin No Limit (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) Master P, Mercedez, T-R-U (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) After them, dead presidents, cause we have nuthin to lose (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [C-Murder] Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa) I ain't walk around with that fool (Why, what happened to that youngsta?) Man but Will had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no) You know what I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people) I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no) Some kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it) Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?) I gotta get them meals, you know what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa, now) I ain't got nuthin to lose (Huh, bro?) Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I'm sayin? (Oh, gots to have that there) Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children) Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?) Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh) Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh) Cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we gots to get that there) Yeah you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in other words I ain't got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)