CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : It’s That Hit

Up early in the mornin' through the break a night
n***as be on the block uptight gettin' knifes ready to fight
And release, anger from the belly of the beast
Like work release, on the f**kin' police
I'll percussion bodies like drums and tracks
And break backs a six maniac, poppin' they gums and facts
I bugs the clubs runnin' with thugs
Makin n***as bite the bullet and hug the slugs
Ya whole genetics is pathetic
Got me ready to set it, on a shot M1 type wettеd
But instead I blow you buck fifty cross the face
For tryin' to look hard in thе first place
I need beer and a lotta noise in my ear
In a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear
And all praises due to the LOD's and
f**k the cops who try to lock us up and throw away the keys

Now this goes out to my n***as on lockdown
And all my n***as on the streets, This That sh*t (Yes indeed)
(Repeat 4X)

I gets to flippin' and the phoney can't hold me
Like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y'all n***as know me
And howI drop, physical science on your whole alliance
Try it, what? I Shoot to Kill like motherf**kin' Mad Lion
Who is this doin' this emphatic type a disco alpha beta
Funkadelic f**kin' emphasis, from the funk abyss
Blowin' up the spot with the pump-rump
Shakin' pistol grip, losin' n***as in the plot
I got you out there like Sonny and Cher
I don't give a f**k n***as goin' make me hurt some'in up in here
You get that ass kicked quick fast in a hurry
Tryin' to ready the mad styles of Mr. Keith Murray
Tryin' to step up to my respected bass and treble level
Will get your head beat in with a shovel
And the only thing that could stop me from gettin' sloppy
Is when the hook comes in by the E-double

Now this goes out to my n***as on lockdown
And all my n***as on the streets, This That sh*t (Yes indeed)
(Repeat 4X)

I'm sick, I kick the type of sh*t that make you violent
Make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin' bout it
See I be universally, university
Purposely droppin' it, psychomatically
Where I'm from is only real hard times
So when I bust on the mic I bust with real hard rhymes
And I'm strapped, with a posse that's ready to snap
And a n***a who make beats like we live in rap
You get do fiend on the scene please
I spread MC's like some old crazy skin disease
Operation murderation radication on your whole staff
Tryin' to find your way down Carlton Ave

Now this goes out to my n***as on lockdown
And all my n***as on the streets, This That sh*t
(Repeat 8X)
(Yes indeed)