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e-40 – hittin’ a lick lyrics

[intro:]
ok [x8]

[chorus:]
sliding through the slums with a match (with a match)
looking for anybody stuntin dressed in black (dressed in black)
go straight through them apartments in the back (in the back)
came for a jack hittin a l!ck [x2]

[verse 1:]
the jury starting off right it’s 21 to it and i ain’t eat right
something gotta give cause if it, if it don’t i’m a pull a lid think i would
see that boasty n-gga there he clown over there stuntin
betta tone it down lookin like shark bait ridin roun town
hundred thousand with the jury ridin with the motherf-ckin top down
everything black, black hoodie, black car, black e up
15s couple traps like a good talk
mug mean got him under my radar scheme
investigator dancin like the cats for the dollas
he betta have the master like pitbull no stoppas
alarms and the cameras with a couple rottweilers
cause i’m layin down everything even grandmas
he woke up in the cold sweat finger on the tap
cause he heard a noise dogg walkin in the back
h-lla paranoid cause he the n-gga with the sack got tree for sale
but he ain’t ridin with that cr-p
hundreds in the kitchen? under the couch
any amunition all through the kitchen
his family christian they from the south
had a premonition figured it out
one or couple weeks ago caught me in the act when i was try’na tip toe
snuck up on me from the back put the topic to my temple
cause i didn’t get the memo brought the noise like a simple
put the barrell to my dental
when i was sneakin through the window
with my underground extender in the middle of the night
on the morning of the mental and i brought out the light and door frame wriggled
put the law in his own hands pop me like a pimple

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
look gun dollas young n-gga all gunpowder
slidin through the slums lay a bum down for 1 dolla
ready for the jack move n-ggas out to get the fatties or the achoo
on the creep in the chevy with the mac oo banged out with a face full a tatoos
like cashews watch n-ggas go nutty on a mission for the money
come out with a bl–dy wudy if you thinkin it was cute
situation got to get ugly like fat b-tches in the bathroom
sack n-ggas on the map bout to get the scr-ps creepin like some racoons
black hoodie with the black mask, sorry about the bad news
got your chick tookin this sip lookin throw the bar cause your cl!ck lookin like lunch meat
while n-ggas out here starving eat em up, hit em up, lit em up
hit em up with the guards
get in that -ss like enema, denema, cinema wiff a the gas
n-gga where the stash at put it all in the bag pack
ain’t talkin bout half that’s what the little homie told the other n-gga
when he pulled a bullet point at his body with the mac
winning his money back from the dice game
cause the n-gga just got cracked
time to hit a l!ck my n-gga this is a jack that’s what’s up

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
see i go hard or go home cause that’s my motto n-gga
and i got great kool aid it’s undiverted my bottle n-gga
and they got me on one now they rollin on this solo
bunch of hollow points in this paper bag fore they all black pulled off four 4s
i’m up in this i‘m loco shoot a n-gga -ss up out this lo lo
pull up slow with the halo get the hood out and then i let that hair blow
i’m a beast enemy of the state hop out the whip with the beam on the cake
hundred roun brum barrells in the face anybody move motherf-cka i’m a spray
c bone got them known for them desert eagles shoot a n-gga right up through the peep holes
they peepin thou for them kilos keep serving n-gga for months let him come up
and when he do i send the little homies out to run up straight jacket
all for one one for all and my only reason now for this game is that i came to ball
so get your guns n-gga cause we on the run to get this money by the tongue n-gga
hey no mo sides we enemy f-ck where you from n-gga

[chorus]

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