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50 Cent ft. P-Dap & Pretty Ugly - Hit 'Em Up. This is a rare, unreleased song that was released as a single by Game Recordings. All properties belong to their respective owners.

Lyrics (courtesy of songlyrics.com):

[P-Dap]

Yeah, who that?

Yeah, yo, whattup? Yeah

Uh, huh, uh, huh, yo, yo, yo

P to the Dap, my brothers, start soloist

Situate the jump-off, anything appropriate

See me on a hump, I like weed with the coke in it

From Wichita down to Queens, fella controllin' it

Holdin' it, get what I'm supposed to get

Check after check a lot of Os in it, add another O in it

Up to par a nigga loves gleams with the glow in it

Twenties on the Caddy truck, ask me how I pose in it

Ride past Jake, doin' 80 in the rain, pah

Stupid nigga follow me, now we in the graveyard

Sent dogs to sniff powerful nilli

I send 'em back stiffer than notes special delivery

Slick City, hawk made, nigga made history

Shorty on the sack, got the Monica Lewinsky

A legend even in Sicily, shit I'm on

Got the Feds really wanna injure me? Never that

[Chorus]

(Now)

I'ma hit 'em up

(Now)

Lay 'em down flat

(Right now)

What I'm talkin' bout

(Blow, blow, blow)

Take that

(One)

For the hell of it

(Two)

That's a definite

(Three)

Better give it up

(Four)

How I hit 'em up

(Now)

I'ma hit 'em up

(Now)

Lay 'em down flat

(Right now)

What I'm talkin' bout

(Blow, blow, blow)

Take that

(One)

For the hell of it

(Two)

That's a definite

(Three)

Better give it up

(Four)

How I hit 'em up

[50 Cent]

Niggaz be shootin' just to be shootin', I ain't with that

I leave you tongue-kissin' my mack, I push your shit back

Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that

Ladies love L.L. but they let me hit that

Is it the way I look? Or is it the way I spit that?

That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat

Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that

But when I rob yo' ass you can't get your shit back

Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggaz behind

Shit I'm gettin' hotter and hotter, when I rhyme

50 Cent, Southside niggaz know how I rock

I post up on your block with the glock like a beat-walker cop

One nigga stunt? One nigga shot

One G in your bank? I got that stock

Niggaz go against the grain that, fuck what they thinkin'?

I'm bout to jump-start they head open to see what they thinkin', c'mon

[Chorus]

[Pretty Ugly]

In north side, at the five, I'm tryin' to survive

You get cooked alive and dropped off on Kelly Drive

My squad's elite, a dozen deep hold heat

I'm the board of beat, big like Shanique from up the street

Now after dark, the shit starts, I plays my part

I see the NARCs stash my coat then hit the park

Don't wanna get knocked, for sixty rocks in a sock

You know the ghetto's red hot, gots to shot that on my block

I keep it strictly business, it's unfinished if there's a witness

I take it personal when bitch-ass niggaz start to snitchin'

That shit gets me flamin', what these niggaz think they gamin'?

Nothin' but this four 24 aimin'

West Philly's where I got my trainin'

I represent the 6 like I'm Damien, it ain't nothin' changin'

Only way y'all hot if y'all sound like Jay

Or somebody from around my way, Philly, Philly

[Chorus until fade]

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