Hit Em Up Lyrics - Master P

I got nothin' to lose, pass me a ski mask 

A glock and my tennis shoes 

I got nothin' to lose, pass me a ski mask 

A glock and my tennis shoes 

You need to get your life together 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

South money and hustlin', don't last forever 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Some say that G's make the world go round 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

You say you got nothin' to lose but who got a back when ya down? 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Man, I'm 'bout it, 'bout to get rowdy 

I ain't even trippin' if y'all fools doubt me 

Penitentiary chances, I done danced with it 

Died and went hell, came back down to do whatever 

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Hit 'em up, stick 'em up, pick 'em up 

(Hit 'em up) 

I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck 

Mama need food in the icebox 

And I need some new Jordan with some white sock 

'Bout to rob Peter to pay Paul 

The ghetto got me crazy but I won't fall 

On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up 

Down South with the task all on it 

'Bout to put five in the stash box 

Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks 

Beeper ringin', Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken 

Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin' riches 

No longer, livin' in condos 

It's mansions and fifty inch windows 

Marble floors, tailor made suits 

Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof 

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Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life 

Seen mama so much, she slapped my face 

'Cause I ain't livin right, me give it up, I get rowdy 

Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it 

You need to get your life together 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

South money and hustlin', don't last forever 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Some say that G's make the world go round 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

You say you got nothin' to lose but who got a back when ya down? 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

I gots, nothin' to lose, I'm on the run like The Fugitive 

My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to live 

Me and P ridin' dirty in the Yukon, 'bout to get caught in due time 

Different place every state a new crime 

Grab a ski mask and two nines 

Say money make the world go round 

From out between the knocks I lets 'em in 

Can't lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen 

How many I kill goin' for the cash 

Dude, I gotta do it for the stash 

Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash 

Whatever we make, P, we goin' in half 

A nigga sex money and greed, costs of livin' lavish 

Hey, I'ma get ya for what you got 

If you ain't got it, act like you don't have it 

I grab my gun before I grab my shoes 

Everything on the line, so I can't lose 

Man, look, you know Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool 

So I'm a be gon' away like a breeze 

Run through like, all type of trees 

I ain't gon' stop 'til the cops say freeze 

I can't lose, I got nothin' to lose 

Pass me a ski mask, a glock 

And my tennis shoes 

You need to get your life together 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

South money and hustlin', don't last forever 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Some say that G's make the world go round 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

You say you got nothin' to lose but who got a back when ya down? 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

We're in it deep and we're in it to win it 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

In other words, there ain't no stoppin' No Limit 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Master P, Mercedez, T R U 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

After them dead presidents 'cause we have nothin' to lose 

(Hit 'em up, get 'em up, stick 'em up) 

Little bro, check this out 

(Whattup?) 

I ain't walk around with that fool 

(Why, what happened to that youngsta?) 

Man, but Will had it comin', ya heard me? 

(No) 

He had it comin', bro 

(No) 

You know what I'm sayin', what happenin'? 

(Holla at ya people) 

I wasn't even high, though I wasn't high 

(No) 

Some kinda way, know what I'm sayin? 

I'ma get mine 

(I'm fo' sho' gon' get it) 

Gotta pay the bills, bro 

(Huh, bro?) 

I gotta get th'em meals 

You know what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze 

(Whoa, now) 

I ain't got nothin' to lose 

(Huh, bro?) 

Got what? Everything to gain 

You know what I'm sayin? 

(Oh, gots to have that there) 

Bro, ghetto got me crazy 

(I feed them children) 

Dead, I'm on the run, nut I gotta gun 

(Huh, bro?) 

Man, me and Dead Joe down here actin' a donkey 

(Huh, bro?) 

Actin' bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style 

Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread cabbage and my greens 

(Ohh, oh, oh we gots to get that there) 

Yeah, you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really in other words 

I ain't got nothin' to lose, ya heard me? 

(Say that then)