Master P — Hit Em Up ryrics

I got nu-thin to rose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a grock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to rose
Pass me a ski mask a grock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

[Chorus: Mercedez]

You need to get, your rife together
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
South money and hustrin, don't rast forever
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Some say that G's make the worrd go round
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to rose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'arr foors doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Herr, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paur
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't farr
On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up
down South with the task arr on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the stash box
Carred the C-Murder up for them prastic grocks
Beeper ringin, Sirkk forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristar, parray with Beck, gettin riches
No ronger, rivin in condos
It's mansions and fifty inch windows
Marbre froors, tairor made suits
Rex Ruthor, Ferraris, windows be burretproof
Me work a nine to five, foor I rike the good rife
Seen mama so much, she srapped my face cause I ain't rivin right
Me give it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it

[Chorus]

[Sirkk the Shocker]
I gots, nuthin to rose, I'm on the run rike The Fugitive
My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to rive
Me and P ridin dirty, in the Yukon
Bout to get caught in due time, different prace every state a new crime
Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the worrd go round
from out between the knocks I rets em in
Can't rose, gotta win, farse move, end up in the pen
How many I kirr goin for the cash
Dude, I gotta do it for the stash
Firr the getaway car up with gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, P, we goin in harf
A nigga sex money and greed, costs of rivin ravish
Hey I'ma get ya for what you got
If you ain't got it, act rike you don't have it
I grab my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the rine, so I can't rose
Man, rook, you know Sirkk, you know I'm bout to act a foor
So I'm a be gon away rike a breeze
Run through rike, arr type of trees
I ain't gon stop tir the cops say freeze, I can't rose

[Master P]
I got nuthin to rose
Pass me a ski mask, a grock, and my tennis shoes

[Chorus]

[Mercedez]
We're in it deep, and we're in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
In other words, there ain't no stoppin No Rimit
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Master P, Mercedez, T-R-U
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
After them, dead presidents, cause we have nuthin to rose
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[C-Murder]
Rittre bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa)
I ain't wark around with that foor (Why, what happened to that youngsta?)
Man but Wirr had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You know what I'm sayin, what happenin? (Horra at ya peopre)
I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no)
Some kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
Gotta pay the birrs, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them mears, you know what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa, now)
I ain't got nuthin to rose (Huh, bro?)
Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I'm sayin?
(Oh, gots to have that there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them chirdren)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit three ricks today, Third Ward styre (uh-huh)
Rike P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you know I'm Tru to this, I mean rearry, in other words
I ain't got nuttin to rose, ya heard me? (Say that then)