Hit 'Em Up

Have you ever felt the way I do?
Found myself locked up in this room

You really ain't got no clue
Prolly cuz you, you been a fluke
Boom, boom legendary MF Doom (Doom)
Speaking bad on me ain't nothing to do (Do)
I speak facts and nothing but the truth
Hit 'Em Up like it's Babe Ruth

I'm feelin' jolly bout to hit 'em up
You on the other side lookin' like a lil' pup
Lit with my Nina and a lil' bit a molly

Evil dead your lunch for the feds
All up in my hearse and the glock full of this led
Laid em' out aye and your girl she bout to spread
All with them cheeks and it really fucking speaks
Aye I'm bout to hit 'em up
Dip undercover ain't no getting touched
Feelin' like the best in the business, and you on the other hand just got crushed

Hit 'Em Up
Hit 'Em Up

Straight duck and i go go untouched
Slick with the ladies aye, call me Mr. clutch
Smash feel my wrath
Asked where her boy toy at, oh he past (Past)
Look in the back trash bags full of cash (Cash)
Blunt flickin' aye, seat full of ash

I'm bout to hit this up
Deadman on the rise
Deadman



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Writer(s): Michael Conover
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