Master P - Hit Em Up Lyrics
I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoesI got nu-thin to losePass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)Chorus: mercedezYou need to get, your life together(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)South money and hustlin, dont last forever(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)Some say that gs 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, Im bout it, bout to get rowdyI aint even trippin if yall fools doubt mePenetentiary chances, I done danced with itDied and went hell, came back, down to do whateverHit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em upI hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truckMama need food in the iceboxAnd I need some new jordan with some white sockBout to rob peter, to pay paulThe ghetto got me crazy, but I wont fallOn my way to arizona, got it sewed upDown south with the task all on it *sirens*Bout to put five in the stash boxCalled the c-murder up for them plastic glocksBeeper ringin, silkk forgot the neck on some chickenCristal, parlay with beck, gettin richesNo longer, livin in condosIts mansions and fifty inch windowsMarble floors, tailor made suitsLex luthor, ferraris, windows be bulletproofMe work a nine to five, fool I like the good lifeSeen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I aint livin rightMe give it up, I get rowdyGrabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, Im bout it, bout itChorus[silkk the shocker]I gots, nuthin to lose, Im on the run like the fugitiveMy spot kinda hot, so I cant go where I used to liveMe and p ridin dirty, in the yukonBout to get caught in due time, different place every state a new crimeGrab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go roundFrom out between the knocks I lets em inCant lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the penHow many I kill goin for the cashDude, I gotta do it for the stashFill the getaway car up with gas, with the smashWhatever we make, p, we goin in halfA nigga sex money and greed, costs of livin lavishHey ima get ya for what you gotIf you aint got it, act like you dont have itI grab my gun before I grab my shoesEverything on the line, so I cant loseMan, look, you know silkk, you know Im bout to act a foolSo Im a be gon away like a breezeRun through like, all type of treesI aint gon stop til the cops say freeze, I cant lose[master p]I got nuthin to losePass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoesChorus[mercedez]Were in it deep, and were in it to win it(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)In other words, there aint 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 aint 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 Im sayin, what happenin? (holla at ya people)I wasnt even high, though, I wasnt high (no)Some kinda way, knowhatimsayin? ima get mine (Im fo sho gon get it)Gotta pay the bills, bro (huh, bro? )I gotta get them meals, you know what Im sayin? fo scheeze (whoa, now)I aint got nuthin to lose (huh, bro? )Got what? everything to gain, you know what Im sayin?(oh, gots to have that there)Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children)Dead, Im on the run (huh, bro? ) nut I gotta gunMan, 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 Im tru to this, I mean really, in other wordsI aint got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (say that then)
