Hit 'Em

Yeah

You're in the presence of the realist

Essence has been served in lessons

Since the days of my adolescence

On the Cypress block

Young buck

Holdin' the glock

Like we knew it all

Not afraid to do it all

Matter of fact

And look back

And do it all

Like I remember the haters

Say the game will ruin y'all

What's that to me?

Don't give a fuck about a hater

Let 'em roll up like the weed in my paper

They call me Big Dog ridin' with the hillbillies

Cubone stallion with the licked Philly

Really became a boss many years back

When I'm gone, hear me bitches

Hold your tears back

We put the bang in bangin'

Produced the dope we slangin'

You nutless motherfuckers got no chance of hangin'

They took the tails when you flippin' the quarter

We ain't slowin' down we crashin' through the border

So let the rhythm hit 'em

Just let the rhythm hit 'em

'Cause when you feel in your soul

Lift the sound system

Then turn it up

Up- a little louder

Turn it up

Up- a little louder

Turn it up

We never turn it down

Universal sound

When we smoke a pound

Take a look around

When we touch a town

Knock the waist

Stompin' in my big black Js

Corny motherfuckers get stuck in the maze

We never suffer fools

Had enough of you

False friends and loose ends

Make me want to snuff a fool

Fuck that, we got another world tour

Touching every shore

From Cali to Singapore

Everyday I've seen more motherfuckers in the temple

As we rock up tempo, instrumentals

I saw my dream in a dream, then I woke up

Put the dream team together, now we smoke up

One, one time

So let the rhythm hit 'em

Just let the rhythm hit 'em

'Cause when you feel in your soul

Lift the sound system

Then turn it up

Up- a little louder

Turn it up

Up- a little louder

Turn it up