U-god - Hit 'Em Up, Roll Out lyrics

(feat. Leathafase) [Leathafase] What's the outcome when your testing mines? Snatch spies when the weapon reclies The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed Shooting a trigger, super n***a called Christopher Reeves No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed A risk indeed, my format can k**, on a warpath Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill Mastered the sk** of tongue lashing, and still I unfasten my Jordans, spill out the raw Peel out the four, with the fifth attached The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard It's hard crash, blow your car Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy Blowin' the stinky, drink with me Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech I jet on your set, to disconnect it Life support system, direct, your wreckless The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off To hang the cost, when I flame the torch [Chorus x2: Leathafase (U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses Lean back in the stretch Lex' Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best Now, feel the force of the full court press I apply the kiss of d**h, something for real The realness, untouchable Elliott Ness Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch The angel in the air, you can smell the stench Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west I gave you a note, you can keep the rest Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars Smash whips and strips like bumper cars Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly' The baby glock nine, the size of a celly Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry Very necessery when I make it to the top On my co*k, Halle Berry Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made In the staircase, throw a rap grenade Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy Grand finale, yo, the champ is here The cameras glare under the chandelier Why you standing there, like you can hold it down There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown Tear it down, down to the last compound New York mix with a Compton style Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle Telephone, he keep stalking the child For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial Secluded in exhile, like my s** wild Private jet style, who the livest vet now? Pa** me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now Beat onto your chest when I let the tech growl [Chorus x2]