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U-God - Hit 'Em Up, Roll Out lyrics
[Leathafase]
 What's the outcome when your testing mines?
 Snatch spies when the weapon reclies
 The headlines read the man of steel made him bleed
 Shooting a trigger, super nigga called Christopher Reeves
 No tricks up my sleeve, what lies in my fist, won't permit you breathe
 Hit you with three, now when you piss you bleed
 A risk indeed, my format can kill, on a warpath
 Thoughts crashed, fasten your grill
 Mastered the skill of tongue lashing, and still
 I unfasten my Jordans, spill out the raw
 Peel out the four, with the fifth attached
 The impact, was forced, you caught the kick back
 Clap the star, where the bullet was lodged in the boulevard
 It's hard crash, blow your car
 Oddjob, some rob, some resort to God
 Some snort the import, they got lost in the fog
 Afford your cars, Lamborghinis, bikini's, pinky rings blingy
 Blowin' the stinky, drink with me
 Bang to the fullest respect, stay in check
 Or lay down, when I'm pullin' the tech
 I jet on your set, to disconnect it
 Life support system, direct, your wreckless
 The Texas Chainsaw, sever you brains off
 To hang the cost, when I flame the torch
 [Chorus 2X: Leathafase (U-God)]
 We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
 (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out)
 [U-God]
 The sharp and expensive, blinding ya senses
 Lean back in the stretch Lex'
 Crack the treasure chest, it's one of the best
 Now, feel the force of the full court press
 I apply the kiss of death, something for real
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 Yo select a vet, take me off the bench, I'm supposed to lynch
 The angel in the air, you can smell the stench
 Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
 I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
 Rip the whole coast, when I heat the flesh
 At the Greek Fest, hit a couple of bars
 Smash whips and strips like bumper cars
 Your amongst the odds and what lies in the pelly'
 The baby glock nine, the size of a celly
 Now it's a "Dilemma" like Nelly and Kelly
 Milk Pirelli tire, when I put that in a hurry
 With a fist of fury, martini with a cherry
 Very necessery when I make it to the top
 On my cock, Halle Berry
 Staten Island Ferry where the legends were made
 In the staircase, throw a rap grenade
 Take it back in the day, get clapped for ya chain
 Left your bloodbath on behalf of the pain
 He's a high grain bullet, women call him daddy
 Fish tank shoes, jumped out the Caddy
 Grand finale, yo, the champ is here
 The cameras glare under the chandelier
 Why you standing there, like you can hold it down
 There's nine of us, only one can wear the crown
 Tear it down, down to the last compound
 New York mix with a Compton style
 Go bonkers wild on ya stomping ground
 Lay down the carpet when I walk down the aisle
 Telephone, he keep stalking the child
 For a misdemeanor, now I'm going to trial
 Secluded in exhile, like my sex wild
 Private jet style, who the livest vet now?
 Pass me a wet towel, don't get vexed, now
 Beat onto your chest when I let the tech growl
[Chorus 2X]








