We Hit Em' Up Too

Poetic Ammo

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    Break 1 *Ronin* 2x
    It's about the time why don't you tell em why, why
    (It's about that time, I'm gonna tell em why?)
    It's about the time why don't you tell em why, why, why

    *Yogi B*
    First up waxed your ass in a freestyle battle
    Punk snakes like you wanna bite but just rattle
    Remember the time we met in 7 eleven
    Givin' me love and you're huggin' on these nut you be rubbin'
    Punk shorty I kept you on the same level
    You had to be greedy and play me out like a little devil
    Let the Underground know the kind of witch you really
    You'll sell your own ass to be a superstar
    What? now you got a family so tight
    Same people you diss every other night
    I guess it's all over now I heard the fat lady sing
    Lady sing for drama is all she brings
    Gave you a chance for fame and don't you deny it
    I should have put your fat mouth a long time on a diet
    "Watcha gonna do if I lost weighate ?"
    I think I'll pass cos I still don't buy it
    You wanna know where my fans at ?
    All around you in Face On didn't you see dat ?
    Believe dat I'm coming back to front you too
    Cos back here hell We Hit Em' Up Too

    Chorus 2x *Yogi B* *Ronin*
    I gave you love but you wanna show me hate
    Watcha gonna do when it's too late
    It's about the time why don't you tell em' why
    Cos back here We Hit Em' Up Too

    *Point*
    Read all about it, read all about it uh
    Musclemutt just got dropped
    What? Headline's Cryin' Shame, now everybody knows you lame
    Your mind and soul's corrupted cos you punks want fame
    I see your hearts filled with jealousy
    Your hoochie has drippin' envy so you drop that backstabbin'treachery
    Comin' up sayin' that you mad skills
    But all I see is cheap ego thrills whack rhymes with no frills
    So what the heck is moshy moshy coochie baby?
    Now that shit sounds silly your dribblin' don't impress me
    Claimin' that you top freestyler
    Your style's retro like Bonnie Tyler
    You dissed my album cover bein' clownish but yours be worse
    Cos your shit be lookin' something straight from the circus
    For real though now you phat with that lady in your clique
    Fake hellos and Dallas like drama now that's your trick
    Remember the time we use to chill chattin' on the pc
    But now it's just a messed up memory
    Now shit went down ain't that a pity
    Well it's just too bad baby, nuff said.

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    Chorus 2x

    *C.Loco*
    Hello everybody, I'd like to say I'm sorry
    Oops! I lied now here's the real story
    We hung out, I helped out, I lent you minus ones
    Late nights on the IRC chattin' just for fun
    So watcha want? You wanna see what I've seen
    I've been where you been, remember SS 15
    We were cool then, you had beef with the other peeps and
    Now you got an album, you wanna skoo the nonsense?
    Ha! Ha! You see my prominence is imminent
    Why you tryin' so hard so be Eminem?
    You visionary? More like fictionary
    Shove claimin' to be all dat and suck my dictionary
    You used to diss em, but now you kiss em
    Deport the double K, fat lady gonna miss em
    Now here's the flying line coming from the Hellstar
    And if you ain't down then bla bla bla bla bla

    Break 2 *Ronin*
    Hey everybody hope you understand
    How I feel cos you dissed me once you had the chance
    Make my day if you feel you're half of me
    I'm above you so too bad, too bad baby !

    Chorus 4x

    *?*
    It's too late Bozos. You better realise where you standin' now.
    Well it's time you've learned your lesson. But remember with anattitude like that,
    you ain't goin' nowhere. I know you dumb enough not to catch mydrift.
    Cryin' Shame jeopardisin' hip hop on tha headline. Well peopleget what they deserve.
    Cos we hit em up too. And I'm the ?

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