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The Hit lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I change places, to prevent catchin the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let s see if homicide trace this
[Verse 1]
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That s why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let s get this clear, it ain t on til I say it s on, (pause), it s on
I m eatin , ya ll niggas fastin like it s Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it s on
This worries bump, I can t go wrong, my team s too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat s buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I m spittin , put TV s in everything I m sittin
While I m hot to death, I m gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya ll should hate the game, not the playas (c mon)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change places, to prevent catchin the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let s see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas ll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I m about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it s a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I m a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can t spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain t worth half the cake
Have me runnin from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
[Chorus]
(50 Cent, let s see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let s see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let s see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin like last year s playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin
(Yeah he s packin , I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain t had a run, since 81
They ain t here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I m gonna crash em with this bottle if he move
I ain t the one son, my shit ain t come easy
It won t go easy, believe me
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change places, to prevent catchin the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let s see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let s see if homicide trace this)
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