1.hektik – hit em up’ lyrics
1.hectic – hit em up
teksti:
i ain’t got no muthefucking fame
yo hej
that’s why i fucked your life you keg muthefucka
you know who the realest is
we bring it to
first on fuck your life and you shit you bored
im hectic who never be fore fore to stage floor
at least put something lore than i adore
so down face to face you are with my chord
cuz in this stage i lead and make the word world ord
some of you wanna change from ladies to the lord b-tches
its nothing the name your get crashed ash add in last
like i used to strangle and smash, mangle and blast
it ain’t and like that
ola state of olaf your not my accola
im high roller friend of hip hop scholar
fuck style stolers toilet shit haulers
they be on my brawlers way that’s why i hit them like maulers
with no foulers to them who against followers bent
so what the fuck for sure you tryna be lock on my basement
bad b-tches die cuz the bad b-tches went
yoo ladies wanna battle me so battle my testicles test resent
muthechucka i hit em up like big tic
reff:
grab your glock when you see hectic
call the cops when i hit headshot
bughh
you cursed me but you punks didn’t hit me
now you about to learn the anger of an realer
player i hit em up
im from g i l an
that’s where the rap war began
no stop or leaving just the beater with gun
shooting with arms scenario 2 side stereo bam
it was all about fame all of you fake b-tches tried
now its our time b-tches retires
clock ticking before liers flies on beat
till it stop and don’t care now who pop on street
now i will bring you fake g’s to your knees
copping pleas be with fees
yall b-tches take my b-lls rewards if you no stopping war calls
you all sucking d-ck market stalls dolls with fucked -ss stars
you all get popped and get mopped and dropped
and all your fake -ss east coast props
brainstormed and locked
muthechucka i hit em up
reff:
grab your glock when you see hectic
call the cops when i hit headshot
bughh
you cursed me but you punks didn’t hit me
now you about to learn the anger of an realer
player i hit em up
he got to clear his ashes he got no more -sses of him in rap
cuz this ain’t no freestyle battle hes dead this is no ask
talking about seeing dead people in front of my eyes
than he should pack her drawn arms fixin stuff palms
smoking dope is like a urge muthefucka they learn to fly
but hectic borned muthefucka they deserve to die
than i don’t got no rapier to rape her he got no more savior
give me my raker to clean their bones ashes and adios
talking about they geating money but its funy to me
phony im so hungry to be with them in a feat
because in the beef i was their bodies crock and cook meat
so spit on fake g’s save my nuclear stuff from heat
cuz my spirit can’t be so geek
muthechucka i hit em up
reff:
grab your glock when you see hectic
call the cops when i hit headshot
bughh
you cursed me but you punks can’t hit us
now you about to learn the anger of an realer
player i hit em up
get of my gate yoo get out of my way yoo
we got just sh1 2 taste than no woof 3 prof
dog snoop muammar cen majk sima and sim qphiu (pshtym)
read my rhyme or hear it cuz when i hit a b-tch in my lyric
that will be the death of it i swear to my spirit
b-tches remember when i start to beefin freestyle
cuz a beast of e seven born and grown on seven july
this is our street rule where im grown now who start to pule
im start to just being pull of my crazy secure
for sure i got a rule to let em up ruled
than pulled and get them puled they fooled than ima be cool
muthechucka i hit em up
reff:
grab your glock when you see hectic
call the cops when i hit headshot
bughh
you cursed me but you punks didn’t hit me
now you about to learn the anger of an realer
player i hit em up
now let’s see who won i see them they run
you don’t wanna see me
all fakes name dresser wanna be me
how the fuck they can be me
you better turn your headset off and stop this music
better be prepare from me
you better back the fuck up
before you get smacked the fuck up
this is how we do it
any of you fakes on my country
when you wanna bring it bring it
cause we ain’t singing
we bringing drama
fuck you and your fucking mama
thats what we take care on my side
cuz im the champ on this muthefucka
my foe stuffy make you all you kids don’t grow
out there in gilan we find this way to k!ll fakes on row
fakes on row fakes on row fakes on row
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