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    Lil Wayne / Lyrics

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    "Hit U Up" Lyrics

    Lil Wayne feat. Hot Boys

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    [Turk]
    Come on, come on
    Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
    I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
    Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark
    Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas
    Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas
    How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
    Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head
    Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin
    Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
    They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
    Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
    Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
    You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck
    You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out
    That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
    Get 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 nigga
    Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
    Get 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 grave
    Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
    Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - I stay in some beef
    Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
    I can't help - I draw attention; they be fuckin' with me
    I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
    A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
    Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
    Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
    In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
    I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
    My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
    Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
    Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
    All they understand is my project English
    And 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 dark
    You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
    I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
    I'll even go K for K with ya - now make your choice
    Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
    Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
    Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
    Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga
    Nothin' change - I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
    Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
    And empty a hundred out that K
    Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
    I've been in the game - niggas know what I'm 'bout
    So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
    If you wanna be another number, my nigga
    Go 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, world
    I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
    Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
    Pop some in your dreadlocks - What? Me not no rookie, boy
    Glock cookin', boy
    I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
    Off 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 America
    And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible
    If I live to be old, it's a miracle
    'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
    That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
    Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
    Don't blame me, society changed me
    You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
    Cut off lights, we masked riders
    The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
    With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch

    [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 bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
    We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
    And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
    Let 'em burn, nigga
    Let 'em burn, nigga
    B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher N. Dorsey, Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Tab Virgil.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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