Текст песни 50 Cent - The Hit, слова песни 50 Cent

Текст песни 50 Cent - The Hit

50 Cent - The Hit слова песни

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[Chorus]
I change places, to prevent catchin` the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let`s see if homicide trace this

[Verse 1]
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That`s why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let`s get this clear, it ain`t on `til I say it`s on, (pause), it`s on
I`m eatin`, ya`ll niggas fastin` like it`s Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin` a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it`s on
This worries bump, I can`t go wrong, my team`s too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat`s buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I`m spittin`, put TV`s in everything I`m sittin`
While I`m hot to death, I`m gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya`ll should hate the game, not the playas (c`mon)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change places, to prevent catchin` the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let`s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let`s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas`ll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I`m about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it`s a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I`m a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin` I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin` `em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can`t spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain`t worth half the cake
Have me runnin` from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes

[Chorus]
(50 Cent, let`s see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin` the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let`s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let`s see if homicide trace this)

I change places, to prevent catchin` the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let`s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let`s see if homicide trace this)

[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin` like last year`s playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do`
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin`
(Yeah he`s packin`, I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain`t had a run, since ` 81
They ain`t here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I`m gonna crash `em with this bottle if he move
I ain`t the one son, my shit ain`t come easy
It won`t go easy, believe me

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change places, to prevent catchin` the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let`s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let`s see if homicide trace this)

50 Cent

The Hit

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