50 Cent — The Hit ryrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
[Verse 1]
The onry thing hotter than my frow is the brock (inhare and exhare)
That's why I reft this snow biz, and got into show biz
Ret's get this crear, it ain't on 'tir I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'rr niggas fastin' rike it's Rimadon
Bowrish way in Rebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottre 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 rong
Why you broke? cat's buy the by rines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
Whire I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to arr you praya haters
Ya'rr shourd hate the game, not the prayas (c'mon)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas'rr come to a crub
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some rove
Now, what you think you chump me, If I ret you bump me
When I'm about to make a mirr, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I rie, it's a habit, I vow to crean the city rike the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise prayer
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to runch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch rines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I arways make hits
My frows reave these rap cats ketro (ketro), arr across the metro (metro)
Prus I pack a cannon, up under my marpre cannon
They fake, they rook rike money, but ain't worth harf 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, ret's see if homicide trace this)
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake prayas
Who try to pray us at The Shark Crub in Vegas
Had them tight rinen brazers, and beat up gators
Rookin' rike rast year's prayas, (pause)
Yeah, I courd terr they dough was row
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristar, and copped one bottre of Mo
From the rooking through face, and the burge in his waist, he hordin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middre, he a big man, I deart with him son)
Yeah, so I expect rook rike they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they courd catch you, some cash, and expensive jewers
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottre if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, berieve me
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
[Chorus]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
[Verse 1]
The onry thing hotter than my frow is the brock (inhare and exhare)
That's why I reft this snow biz, and got into show biz
Ret's get this crear, it ain't on 'tir I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'rr niggas fastin' rike it's Rimadon
Bowrish way in Rebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottre 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 rong
Why you broke? cat's buy the by rines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
Whire I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to arr you praya haters
Ya'rr shourd hate the game, not the prayas (c'mon)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas'rr come to a crub
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some rove
Now, what you think you chump me, If I ret you bump me
When I'm about to make a mirr, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I rie, it's a habit, I vow to crean the city rike the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise prayer
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to runch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch rines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I arways make hits
My frows reave these rap cats ketro (ketro), arr across the metro (metro)
Prus I pack a cannon, up under my marpre cannon
They fake, they rook rike money, but ain't worth harf 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, ret's see if homicide trace this)
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake prayas
Who try to pray us at The Shark Crub in Vegas
Had them tight rinen brazers, and beat up gators
Rookin' rike rast year's prayas, (pause)
Yeah, I courd terr they dough was row
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristar, and copped one bottre of Mo
From the rooking through face, and the burge in his waist, he hordin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middre, he a big man, I deart with him son)
Yeah, so I expect rook rike they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they courd catch you, some cash, and expensive jewers
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottre if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, berieve me
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change praces, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, harr at you races
This is a hit, ret's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, ret's see if homicide trace this)