Sir Daily - Hit Em Up lyrics

(*talking*) Who the f** these n***as talking to man These n***as talking down on me mayn Man, let me wreck this lil' midget a** n***a Don't one of them hoe a** n***as got a skin disease Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they Whole motherf**ing label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up f** em ha, shouldn't of f**ed with me boy [Slim Thug] First I'll f** Lil Yo, and the label you claim You b**h made gay n***a, I gave you the game You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G And all along, I use to think I did something wrong But f** that, some n***as just belong in thoughts Talking bout a n***a left you, b**h you ain't my girlfriend If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor Who the f** you think you are, b**h I'm the Northstar Your whole record label, can't f** with me by far Motherf** a Black Mario, that's your G You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title Waterhead a** n***a, is Pookie your idol You on some dope fiend sh**, stop begging me for money Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss Before I quit, I can't forget about that other b**h f** A.D., and that bootlegging b**h Pic That's some bullsh** talking, super weak a** n***as Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash n***a Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all sh** don't sell Wanna battle with the Boss, all you b**h n***as fail, I hit em up [Hook] Leave the North, when you see the Boss Get broke off, when you see the Boss Try to do me, but they far from ready Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up Close your mouth, when you see the Boss Change your route, when you see the Boss Try to do me, but they far from ready Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up (*talking*) That's how you spose' to hit a motherf**er up Lil Yo You n***as getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready You know I'm saying, and Big Pic I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe a** [Doodie] Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim And let me, address this b**h They keep talking bullsh**, I pack bullets that flip Into a big b**h, by the name of Big Pic Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win Let's see the sh** you talk, with a nine under your chin Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble Healthy zig-zag, trash a** motherf**er I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you n***a Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping n***a Steady chasing big figgas, while your b**h a** knock me Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy It's about to get sloppy, you can't f** with me Let the game go, so we can rest in peace You keep f**ing with me, you in peace with the rest Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage Treat your rap like sh**, flush it down the toilet Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bullsh** b**h s** more dick, then a p**no flick I'm a f*ggot you wish, n***a place your bids I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up (*talking*) Ha, now y'all tell me who won They see me, they run ha [Sir Daily] Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these n***as retire Whining a** cry babies, need to have pacifiers Grown men acting like kids, jealous and sh** But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher Watts stuck you like a p**y, so who's next to f** you Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false Any n***a believe in that, must be sniffing that soft I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine Hoe a** n***a wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes I never apologize, to the day that I die And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed You a f**er boy thoed, n***a bleeding red blood You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged Cause I go hard n***a, no fraud n***a I'm the dealer with the deck, here's your hoe card n***a, hit em up