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Текст песни Slim Thug f Sir Daily, Doodie - Hit Em Up

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(*talking*)Who the fuck these niggaz talking to manThese niggaz talking down on me maynMan, let me wreck this lil` midget ass niggaDon`t one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin diseaseOr something mayn, man I`m fin to tear theyWhole motherfucking label upThis the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em upFuck em ha, shouldn`t of fucked with me boy[Slim Thug]First I`ll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claimYou bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the gameYou only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with meTrying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-GAnd all along, I use to think I did something wrongBut fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughtsTalking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain`t my girlfriendIf I didn`t, I`d be in the same position you inHe say he moved up out the hood, is that what he thinkHe moved a half a mile up the street, on GulfbankYou still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapperIf you acting like you broke, you`s a hell of a actorWho the fuck you think you are, bitch I`m the NorthstarYour whole record label, can`t fuck with me by farMotherfuck a Black Mario, that`s your GYou 26 selling dope, but can`t move OZJ Dogg you ain`t a Hogg, so I stripped off your titleWaterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idolYou on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for moneyGo get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummyYou fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the BossNorthstar and Stomp Down, just took another lossBefore I quit, I can`t forget about that other bitchFuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch PicThat`s some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggazTelling lies, everytime you try to speak trash niggaGotta bootleg my c.d.`s, cause y`all shit don`t sellWanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up[Hook]Leave the North, when you see the BossGet broke off, when you see the BossTry to do me, but they far from readyNorthstar and Big Ballin`, ain`t got no feddy, I hit em upClose your mouth, when you see the BossChange your route, when you see the BossTry to do me, but they far from readyNorthstar and Big Ballin`, ain`t got no feddy, I hit em up(*talking*)That`s how you spose` to hit a motherfucker up Lil YoYou niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get readyYou know I`m saying, and Big PicI`ma let my lil` dogs, ride on your hoe ass[Doodie]Get out the way Slim, get out the way SlimAnd let me, address this bitchThey keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flipInto a big bitch, by the name of Big PicMaking this a rap again, quick to snatch another winLet`s see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chinYour kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in troubleHealthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfuckerI speak and don`t stutter, never biting my tongueStreet sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungsDropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you niggaSouthpaw that`s raw, while I`m sleeping niggaSteady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock meDon`t steal my style, cause you known to copyIt`s about to get sloppy, you can`t fuck with meLet the game go, so we can rest in peaceYou keep fucking with me, you in peace with the restReleasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chestYou`re whining about these checks, all you game is garbageTreat your rap like shit, flush it down the toiletWho the hell done farted, oh that`s Pic`s bullshitBitch suck more dick, then a porno flickI`m a faggot you wish, nigga place your bidsI`m about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kidsOne minute my nig`, the Big Ballin` done got buckedBig mouth done got shut, it`s Doodie I hit em up(*talking*)Ha, now y`all tell me who wonThey see me, they run ha[Sir Daily]Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retireWhining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiersGrown men acting like kids, jealous and shitBut if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clitHundred rounds spit buckers, ain`t no testing the tougherWatts stuck you like a pussy, so who`s next to fuck youSir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that`s falseAny nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that softI go off at anytime, ain`t no stealing my shineHoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymesI never apologize, to the day that I dieAnd when I die I`ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyesFrom the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta waysWith the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the wayAin`t never known to play, you out of line and out of touchEverytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushedYou a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red bloodYou will never hear him say, Sir Daily got huggedCause I go hard nigga, no fraud niggaI`m the dealer with the deck, here`s your hoe card nigga, hit em up

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