Hit U Up Lyrics - Hot Boys

Come on, come on 

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on 

I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas and sharks 

Niggas that's 'bout beefin' lettin' them K's spark 

Knockin' it off your shoulder soldiers, them real niggas 

Niggas who did time hard to kill niggas 

How you live you get it is the way a nigga play it 

Niggas ain't fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head 

Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin 

Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin 

They dressin' in black, prepared for combat 

Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks 

Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust 

You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck 

You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out 

That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth 

Get erased, my nigga 

(My nigga) 

Look here, I leave no trace, my nigga 

(My nigga) 

No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga 

(My nigga) 

Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga, case, my nigga 

Look here, you can play if you wanna get down 

Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Whaa?) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave 

Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave 

Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef 

Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets" 

I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me 

I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets 

A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police" 

Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east 

Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself 

In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health 

I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck 

My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up 

Still stickin' to the G-code, Ree's, and B's 

Quit drinkin' but I will smoke some weed indeed 

All they understand is my project English 

And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark 

You a killer, nigga? Ain't no fear in my heart 

(Eah?) 

I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war 

I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice 

Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga 

Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga 

Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas 

Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga 

Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas 

Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas 

And empty a hundred out that K 

Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me 

I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout 

So many murders under my belt, I done lost count 

If you wanna be another number, my nigga 

Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Whaa?) 

Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Hello, world 

I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter 

Young mobster, wild and obnoxious 

Pop some in your dreadlocks, what? Me not no rookie, boy 

Glock cookin', boy 

I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy 

Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' 

Spark or lace somethin' 

Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' 

Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America 

And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible 

If I live to be old, it's a miracle 

'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical 

That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo 

Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you 

Don't blame me, society changed me 

You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar 

Cut off lights, we masked riders 

The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake 

With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga 

(Ooh) 

(Did you see that?) 

We hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

(Did you see that?) 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Boy, look 

We done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Look, we done hit U up, lit you up, twist you up 

(Ooh) 

Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

(Ooh) 

Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me 

We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' 

And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these Boys, nigga 

(Hot hot hot) 

Let 'em burn, nigga 

Let 'em burn, nigga 

B. Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer