Here Come the Hits
Hit after hit makin' MC's quit
Then they jump on my tip for that old raw hit
You thought I got stuck, nah kid, you're outta luck
You can bet your best buck that I serve it up
Boom bow, upside your head with the led
A down low, I'll type brotha nuff said
You thought I couldn't flip I'll styles like this word peep it
Look out for the hit as I freak it
Jump all around only if you're outta jam
But yo, keep your ground when brothaz get flam
Danger, danger, better start runnin'
Search for cover kid, the hits comin'
Check the technique raw rough and rugged
Came across mad con but never fronted
'Cause they'll be none of that I keeps on comin' back for more
To add more points to the score
Sound the alarm for destruction iz near
Explosion, there ain't no escape from the real
It's hectic-tic-tic-tic, boom! I flips real quick
Aww sh-, here come the hits
Here comes the hits, y'all
Comin' out of nowhere with the ill plan of attack
Staten Island comin' soon to your map, better get it
And if you try to run with the Wu, tryin' to front?
The kid got bar to get you
Hits up to here puttin' out mad fear
Then I appear after the smoke clears
Then drop my game on your girl, let her know that I'm thorough
I grand slam in every burrow
'Cause I'm on third base, throwin' I'll styles
Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child
Next up to pop, no one is on second
The nasty one-man gang, you can't hang
So step back 'cause you ain't qualified burn her
'Cause I know, and you know there's only one son on first
Now here comes the man to clean it up (damn) (what?)
Here comes the hit now duck
The click, we all got props to earn
When it's time do ya we all take turns, it's my go now
Put on your wool can't quit 'til I'm done, shut up and sit
'Cause here come the hits
Here come the hits, y'all
In case that y'all ain't done, I got a bitch that's illa
First at bat upon Killa
A shorty that holds his own with no problems
All just the cream is quickly, I'll solve 'em
With just a little slick slang from my tongue
Or got done by the sword that I brung
The ruckus is with, so move back and clear the way
Peace to Doe, who couldn't be here today
But this one's bein' sent to you by a crew that's thick (you know the flav)
Here comes the hits
Here comes the hits, y'all
Then they jump on my tip for that old raw hit
You thought I got stuck, nah kid, you're outta luck
You can bet your best buck that I serve it up
Boom bow, upside your head with the led
A down low, I'll type brotha nuff said
You thought I couldn't flip I'll styles like this word peep it
Look out for the hit as I freak it
Jump all around only if you're outta jam
But yo, keep your ground when brothaz get flam
Danger, danger, better start runnin'
Search for cover kid, the hits comin'
Check the technique raw rough and rugged
Came across mad con but never fronted
'Cause they'll be none of that I keeps on comin' back for more
To add more points to the score
Sound the alarm for destruction iz near
Explosion, there ain't no escape from the real
It's hectic-tic-tic-tic, boom! I flips real quick
Aww sh-, here come the hits
Here comes the hits, y'all
Comin' out of nowhere with the ill plan of attack
Staten Island comin' soon to your map, better get it
And if you try to run with the Wu, tryin' to front?
The kid got bar to get you
Hits up to here puttin' out mad fear
Then I appear after the smoke clears
Then drop my game on your girl, let her know that I'm thorough
I grand slam in every burrow
'Cause I'm on third base, throwin' I'll styles
Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child
Next up to pop, no one is on second
The nasty one-man gang, you can't hang
So step back 'cause you ain't qualified burn her
'Cause I know, and you know there's only one son on first
Now here comes the man to clean it up (damn) (what?)
Here comes the hit now duck
The click, we all got props to earn
When it's time do ya we all take turns, it's my go now
Put on your wool can't quit 'til I'm done, shut up and sit
'Cause here come the hits
Here come the hits, y'all
In case that y'all ain't done, I got a bitch that's illa
First at bat upon Killa
A shorty that holds his own with no problems
All just the cream is quickly, I'll solve 'em
With just a little slick slang from my tongue
Or got done by the sword that I brung
The ruckus is with, so move back and clear the way
Peace to Doe, who couldn't be here today
But this one's bein' sent to you by a crew that's thick (you know the flav)
Here comes the hits
Here comes the hits, y'all
Credits
Writer(s): James Brown, Isaac Hayes, Arby Tyrone Quinn, Isaac Booker, Shyheim Franklin, Alvertis Isbell
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