Hit ’em all lyrics

[ 1st Verse ]

Man, I'll be damned, you think these b*tches like whatchu do
I ain't even gotta talk man I'll just let ya face the crew
Y'all n*ggas so weak and I gotta tell ya this game is cruel
Yeah yo' b*tch bad but I'm sure you don't how to do her
Now lemme handle that ass for ya she is too bad for ya
Have her missing for a week she don't ask for ya
She never been high now she tripping on me
I tell her bring that sh*t I hit the gas for ya
I do it, y'all stupid
You still don't believe, man, I'll Prove it
This for my real fellas they knew it
You's in boy band on some cute sh*t
Boy I'm at it again, ahead of my gen
I don't flop I don't fall when I'm doing my thing
Killing these fools when I'm using that pen
Head of the news yeah I know I'm the king, n*gga
Yeah it's me, don't give a sh*t if you disagree
Don't give a sh*t about this wack scene
Don't do it for the talk neither for the cream
I am a fiend, but you gotta pay credits
Money or passion? well, I'm in between
And to be like I did it
You? forget it!
I'm owning
I just lay back be zoning
I like to watch you mothaf*ckas falling
I just wanna see you mothaf*ckas crawling
I'm balling
[ Hook ]

Man y'all so tiny can't hear you calling
And can't sh*t stop I'll kick the wall in
Face your death, fall in
I'm all in
And once I'm in
Me and my n*ggas all win


How many times I gotta tell, n*gga
How many times I gotta Yell
Ain't got f*cks to give, not to sell n*gga
Thought you mothaf*ckas know the deal
And once again, maghanrappich bel'3arbya, La
W'ila dertha, ghatb9aw fiya
So, maghanb9ach hdakoum, maghant9arench m3akoum
Khel rass; way back, ghanb9a b3id 9edakoum
I'm done!
You needed that
Few words for your illiterate ass
Don't talk sh*t if you don't know about it
Don't walk here if you ain't got a map
Y'all sh*t dumb man I gotta zap
Don't believe it when they clap for your monkey raps
Monkey see monkey do I know
But you know I always sh*t on these copy cats, right?
If you think you write
I make history it's the script writer
Claiming you got fans
I'd rather have criticizers than di*k riders
That's word, to eyensee
Shout my real n*ggas you can't f*ck with we
Shout T and chain we the XTC
We got all these b*tches on their knees
Yeah we got fiends and they all pay credits
Money and passion, nothing gets in between
Me and all my dreams
Man forget it!
I'm owning
I just lay back be zoning
Like to see you mothaf*ckas falling
I just watch you fake n*ggas while crawling
I'm balling!
[ Hook ]

[ Bridge ]

You see the look in their faces
When I switch this mothaf*cka
Drop it down on 'em

[ 3rd Vese ]

f*ck a fake n*gga talking bout n*gga
f*ck with me I spit you out
I out-spit these n*gga erase your doubt
You ain't talk with me shut your mouth
You're a lying ass n*gga
But your bars be honest wack as sh*t
I'm gon outlast n*gga
Cuz my art be the finest bad as sh*t and you know it