Lil Wayne - Hit U Up Lyrics
[turk]Come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come on, come onI roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharksNiggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them k's sparkKnockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggasNiggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggasHow you live, you get it is the way a nigga play itNiggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your headSendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousinAimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousinThey dressin' in black, prepared for combatRidin' four deep strapped with choppers and macksNot givin' a *****, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bustYou get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luckYou're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed outThat's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouthGet erased, my nigga (my nigga)Look here: i leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my niggaLook here: you can play if you wanna get downGet your stupid ass left where you can't be found(hook [b.g.])We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?)We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up[juvenile]I was wrong for a lot of shit that i'ma take to my graveContinuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slaveMust was meant for me to be thuggin' - i stay in some beefBaby and slim keep tellin' me, "juvenile, stay off them streets."I can't help - i draw attention; they be *****in' with meI'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streetsA lil' nigga in the rolls screamin', "***** the police!"Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the eastNow play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourselfIn a nice place ducked off with *****ed up healthI done been strucked and snuck, but never *****ed and stuckMy life is four hundred degrees, so i bust 'em upStill stickin' to the g-code, ree's, and b'sQuit drinkin', but i will smoke some weed indeedAll they understand is my project englishAnd if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis(hook-4x [b.g.])We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)[b.g.]I run the streets 'cause i'm real if it's daylight or darkYou a killer, nigga? (eah?) ain't no fear in my heartI'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to warI'll even go k for k with ya - now make your choiceBetter know when i'm in beef that i be creepin', niggaBetter know that i'm a snake, and i'ma sneak ya, niggaEach time i hit the corner, i be leavin' niggasMomma upset - can't even go on and grievin', niggaNothin' change - i'm on tv, i don't play with you niggasStill the same that'll spin broad day on you niggasAnd empty a hundred out that kWhere you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard meI've been in the game - niggas know what i'm 'boutSo many murders under my belt, i done lost countIf you wanna be another number, my niggaGo ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga(hook [b.g.])We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?)Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)[lil wayne]Hello, worldI zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop porsche boxterYoung mobster, wild and obnoxiousPop some in your dreadlocks - what? me not no rookie, boyGlock cookin', boyI'll turn your forehead to a *****, boyOff the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'Spark or lace somethin'Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call americaAnd in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terribleIf i live to be old, it's a miracle'cause the way a nigga hatin' or ***** plottin', the shit's hystericalThat's why i keep me two big guns on blast like a stereoCome to your burial and kill anybody else who care for youDon't blame me, society changed meYou haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollarCut off lights, we masked ridersThe hood trash got us in a position we can't shakeWith boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, *****(hook [b.g.])We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (ooohh!)(did you see that?)We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)(did you see that?)We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Boy, look,We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!)Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!)[b.g. (talking)]Nigga - we put holes in you *****-ass niggas, ya heard meWe don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (hot! hot! hot!) boy$, niggaLet 'em burn, niggaLet 'em burn, niggaB.geezy, lil wheezy, juvy, two tymer
