Tru (master P) - Hit Em Up Lyrics
I Got Nu-thin To Lose (ungh!)
Pass Me A Ski Mask, A Glock, And My Tennis Shoes
I Got Nu-thin To Lose
Pass 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 Kill 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 Nigga Sex 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
Pass 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)
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