Yo, sup...this be that H.I.T. Squad from that dirrty south. Peep us out and see if you likes.
Be sure ta drop some comments on da message board and let me know if you likes or even if dont likes, and if so why not.. outtie 500
Story behind the song
back to that old H.S.A vibe.. jus takin care of business and callin out a few of these local cats that think they the best around my city..
Lyrics
Verse 1
I ain't hea for games, don't try to play me kid
I don't care about tha shit that he sayin' he did
Every word out yo mouth man is straight bullshit
Sayin' my name like you ain't got no goddamn sense
Niggas callin' out us man they can't be serious
They jus' monkey'n around, like George they must be Curious
Curiousty kilt tha cat and y'all know y'all straight puss
Alls you doin' is shit talkin' give ya mouth a douche
I've been close to the edge, jus' waitin' for a push
Any reason to go to war, been ready like Bush
One false move and I'm sendin' out the troops
Got a lil message and this goes to you
You hatin' ass bitches jus' needa quit
Masturbatin' niggas, only ones feelin' ya shit
So take this advice from a nigga who flyer
Only way you'll be hot is if you put yaself on fire
Verse 2
You rappin' is pointless like puttin' rims on rentals
Off the mental, I rap tight like reynolds
My dogs are beast, we belong in kennels
Only way to ID you they gon' need the dentals
When I give the signals and we ready to march
So much flame on tha track, call me Human Torch
You a human porch gettin' walked all ova
Only thing promised is death for a KC Soulja
21 shots for a peaceful rest
Them same 21 sent you straight to death
Thas all you gettin' when you fuckin' with Hit
Have ya whole rap carrer straight tossed in a ditch
Fucked like a bitch, ass up face down
I ain't scared of shit when I'm up in K Town
Don't wanna hear a sound from ya crew of chumps
Fuckin' with the Squad'll leave ya body fuckin' slumped
Verse 3
Niggas wanna picture my style, now picture that
Paint a picture so vivid it's like a freeze picture snap
I'm the modern day Picaso when it comes to this rap
An artiste to say tha least when I draw on a track
A piece of my mind is what I give you in graphic
Have doc stitch ya chest like a letter mens jacket
I done told y'all befo these boys here is a savage
So run up quik and get ya whole click damaged
Thought you could beat us, well tha's jus' outlandish
Step to tha Hit we be tha last ones standin'
Last one left, you on ya last damn breath
Hollows to ya chest'll make ya lungs collapse
When them guns go clap, then that ass a wrap
Body bag sipped up, gettin' tossed in tha back
You old news fucka, yes ya ass is chapter
You can fuck around and truely be an underground rapper
Hook(2x)
{Nigga please
You don't want it with these
H.I.T. mutha fucka, we'll merk you with ease
Competetion ain't a factor y'all obsolete
So why you Fuckin' with sum niggas that just cant be beat
Nigga please}
