Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Hit Em Up

I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

[Chorus: Mercedez]

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)

[Master P]
Man, I`m bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain`t even trippin if y`all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick 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 *sirens*
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
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

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
I gots, nuthin 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

[Master P]
I got nuthin to lose
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes

[Chorus]

[Mercedez]
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 nuthin to lose
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[C-Murder]
Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa)
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, knowhatI`msayin? I`ma get mine (I`m fo sho gon get it)
Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you know what I`m sayin? Fo` scheeze (Whoa, now)
I ain`t got nuthin 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 (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (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 nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)

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(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [Master P] Man, I`m bout it, bout to get rowdy I ain`t even trippin if y`all fools doubt me Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick 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 sirens 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 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 [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] I gots, nuthin 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 [Master P] I got nuthin to lose Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes [Chorus] [Mercedez] 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 nuthin to lose (Hit em up, get em up, stick em up) [C-Murder] Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa) 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, knowhatI`msayin? I`ma get mine (I`m fo sho gon get it) Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?) I gotta get them meals, you know what I`m sayin? Fo` scheeze (Whoa, now) I ain`t got nuthin 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 (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?) Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh) Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh) cabbage, and my greens (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 nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then) Нравится песня? 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