Hit Em' Up Lyrics - We The Best - Dj Khaled

I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad 

I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab 

I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime 

I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown 

I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad 

I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab 

I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime 

I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown 

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta 

A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta 

Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordless cutta 

Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda 

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What a fucked up predicament 

(Damn) 

A scary scenario 

Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial 

They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial 

Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go 

Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and 

Nigga we got all yo' soft in yo' hands so don't pretend 

Like this ain't what it was 

(Was) 

Or we ain't what you say 

(Say) 

I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day 

'Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic 

Watch what you say when we meet 

'Cause they know might get yo XXX kicked 

End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga 

We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthafucka 

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I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad 

I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab 

I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime 

I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown 

This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson 

Choppin' up tha slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin' 

Shoppers splergin', caked up 'cause my pockets swell 

I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just think and roll 

I'm from that lone star, tippin' dime dat candy car 

Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more 

Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we get 

Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot 

They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout 

They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop 

Countin' cash and stackin' not, South victory back to Scott 

Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch 

I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho 

Rick boy, yeah, that's fo' sho', breakin' 'em off, you already know 

Drive slow like Kanye West and Branyan Wayans and Manny Mesh 

A Swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, we are the best 

I'm comin' down, I'm actin' bad 

I'm chunkin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab 

I'm comin' through, I'm tippin' dime 

I'm show a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown