- Votes:
- Composers:
- Brown
- James / Franklin
- Shyheim / Quinn
- Arby / Booker
- Isaac
 
- Genres:
- 90s
- Classic
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- american
- rap
 
- See also:
Shyheim - Here Come The Hits lyrics
Hit after hit makin' MC's quit then they jump on my tip for that old raw hit 
 You thought I got stuck nah kid you're outta luck 
 You can bet your best buck that I serve it up 
 Boom bow upside your head with the led A down low I'll type brotha nuff said 
 You thought I couldn't flip I'll style's like this word peep it 
 Look out for the hit as I freak it jump all around only if you're outta jam 
 But yo keep your ground when brothaz get flam 
 Danger Danger better start runnin search for cover kid the hits comin 
 Check the technique raw rough and rugged came across mad con but never fronted 
 Cause they'll be none of that I keeps on comin' back for more 
 To add more points to the score sound the alarm for destruction iz near 
 Explosion there aint no escape from the real 
 It's hectic, tic, tic tic Boom I flips real quick 
 Awww shit, here come the hits 
Here comes the hits ya'll
 Comin out of nowhere with the I'll plan of attack 
 Staten Island comin soon to your map 
 Better get it ? tryin to front ? 
 Hits up to here puttin out mad fear 
 Then I appear after the smoke clears 
 then drop my game on your girl let her know that I'm thorough 
 I grand slam in every burrow cause I'm on third base throwin I'll styles 
 Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child, next up to pop no one is on second Shyheim - Here Come The Hits - http://motolyrics.com/shyheim/here-come-the-hits-lyrics.html
 The nasty one man gang you can't hang so step back cause u aint 
 qualified burn her 
 Cause u know and I know there's only one son on first, now here comes 
 the man to clean it up 
 Here comes the hit now duck, the click we all got props to earn 
 When it's time do ya we all take turns, it's my go now 
 put on your wool can't quit till im done shut up and sit 
 cause here come the hits 
Here come the hits ya'll
 In case that ya'll aint done I got a bitch that's illa 
 First at bat upon Killa, a shorty that holds his own with no problems 
 All just the cream is quickly I'll solve 'em 
 With just a little slick slang from my tongue 
 Or got done by the sword that I brung, the ruckus is with so move back 
 and clear the way 
 Peace to "Doe" who couldn't be here today 
 But this one's bein' sent to you by a crew that's thick 
 (You know the flav) here come the hits 
Here comes the hits ya'll
(fade out










