Pretty Ugly - Hit 'Em Up lyrics

[P-Dap] Yeah, who that? Yeah, yo, whattup, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, yo, yo P to the Dap, my brothers, start soloist Situate the jump-off, anything appropriate See me on a hump, I like weed with the coke in it From Wichita down to Queens, fella controllin it Holdin it, get what I'm supposed to get Check out to check a lot of hoes in it, add another O in it Up to par a n***a loves gleams with the glow in it Twenties on the Caddy truck, ask me how I pose in it Ride past Jake, doin 80 in the rain, pah Stupid n***a follow me, now we in the graveyard Send dogs to sniff paraphenelli I send 'em back stiffer than notes special delivery Slick City, hawk made, n***a made history Sawdy(?) on the sack, got the Monica Lewinsky look A legend even in Sicily, sh** I'm on Got the Feds really wanna into me? Never that [Chorus 2X: P-Dap] (NOW) I'ma hit 'em up, (NOW) lay 'em down flat (RIGHT NOW) what I'm talkin bout, (BLOW BLOW BLOW) take that (ONE) for the hell of it, (TWO) that's a definite (THREE) better give it up, (FOUR) how I hit 'em up [50 Cent] n***as be shootin just to be shootin, I ain't with that I leave you tongue-kissin my mack, I push your sh** back Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that Ladies love L.L. but they let me hit that Is it the way I look? Or is it the way I spit that? That got these high-cla** hoes wanna come and chit-chat Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that But when I rob yo' a** you can't get your sh** back Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all n***as behind sh** I'm gettin hotter and hotter, when I rhyme 50 Cent, southside, n***as know how I rock I post up on your block with the Glock like a beat-walker cop One n***a stunt? One n***a shot One G in your bank? I got that stock n***as go against the grain that, f** is they thinkin? I'm bout to jump-start a head open to see what they thinkin, c'mon [Chorus] [Pretty Ugly] In all sides, at the five, I'm tryin to survive You get cooked alive and dropped off on Kelly Drive My squad's elite, a dozen deep hold heat I'm the board of beat, big like Shanique from up the street Now after dark, the sh** starts, I plays my part I see the NARCs stash my coat then hit the park Don't wanna get knocked, for sixty rocks in a sock You know the ghetto's red hot, gots to shot that on my block I keep it strictly business, it's unfinished if there's a witness I take it personal when b**h-a** n***as start to snitchin That sh** gets me flamin, what these n***as think they gamin? Nothin but this four 24 aimin West Philly's where I got my trainin I represent the 6 like I'm Damien, it ain't nothin changin Only way y'all hot if y'all sound like Jay Or somebody from around my way, Philly Philly [Chorus]