Представляем точный текст композиции "Hit Em Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Slim Thug . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hit Em Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Slim Thug передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Slim Thug - "Hit Em Up"
Lyrics to Hit Em Up : (feat. Sir Daily, Doodie) [talking] Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man These niggaz talking down on me mayn Man, let me wreck this lil midget ass nigga Dont one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease Or something mayn, man Im fin to tear they Whole motherfucking label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up Fuck em ha, shouldnt of fucked with me boy [Slim Thug] First Ill fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim You bitch made gay nigga, 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 fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughts Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you aint my girlfriend If I didnt, Id 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, yous a hell of a actor Who the fuck you think you are, bitch Im the Northstar Your whole record label, cant fuck with me by far Motherfuck a Black Mario, thats your G You 26 selling dope, but cant move OZ J Dogg you aint a Hogg, so I stripped off your title Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol You on some dope fiend shit, 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 cant forget about that other bitch Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic Thats some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggaz Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga Gotta bootleg my c.d.s, cause yall shit dont sell Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz 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, aint 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, aint got no feddy, I hit em up [talking] Thats how you spose to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo You niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready You know Im saying, and Big Pic Ima let my lil dogs, ride on your hoe ass [Doodie] Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim And let me, address this bitch They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win Lets see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker I speak and dont stutter, never biting my tongue Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga Southpaw thats raw, while Im sleeping nigga Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me Dont steal my style, cause you known to copy Its about to get sloppy, you cant fuck with me Let the game go, so we can rest in peace You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest Youre whining about these checks, all you game is garbage Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet Who the hell done farted, oh thats Pics bullshit Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick Im a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids Im 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, its Doodie I hit em up [talking] Ha, now yall tell me who won They see me, they run ha [Sir Daily] Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retire Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit Hundred rounds spit buckers, aint no testing the tougher Watts stuck you like a pussy, so whos next to fuck you Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar thats false Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft I go off at anytime, aint no stealing my shine Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes I never apologize, to the day that I die And when I die Ima 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 Aint never known to play, you out of line and out of touch Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga Im the dealer with the deck, heres your hoe card nigga, hit em up [ Hit Em Up Lyrics ]
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