Lyric Hit Em Up

I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

[Chorus: Mercedez]

You need to get, your life together
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
South money and hustlin, don t last forever
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Some say that G s make the world go round
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[Master P]
Man, I m bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain t even trippin if y all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay Paul
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won t fall
On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up
down South with the task all on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the stash box
Called the C-Murder up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin riches
No longer, livin in condos
It s mansions and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, tailor made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof
Me work a nine to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I ain t livin right
Me give it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I m bout it, bout it

[Chorus]

[Silkk the Shocker]
I gots, nuthin to lose, I m on the run like The Fugitive
My spot kinda hot, so I can t go where I used to live
Me and P ridin dirty, in the Yukon
Bout to get caught in due time, different place every state a new crime
Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go round
from out between the knocks I lets em in
Can t lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I kill goin for the cash
Dude, I gotta do it for the stash
Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, P, we goin in half
A nigga sex money and greed, costs of livin lavish
Hey I ma get ya for what you got
If you ain t got it, act like you don t have it
I grab my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can t lose
Man, look, you know Silkk, you know I m bout to act a fool
So I m a be gon away like a breeze
Run through like, all type of trees
I ain t gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can t lose

[Master P]
I got nuthin to lose
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes

[Chorus]

[Mercedez]
We re in it deep, and we re in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
In other words, there ain t no stoppin No Limit
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Master P, Mercedez, T-R-U
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
After them, dead presidents, cause we have nuthin to lose
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[C-Murder]
Little bro (Whattup?) Check this out (Whoa)
I ain t walk around with that fool (Why, what happened to that youngsta?)
Man but Will had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You know what I m sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people)
I wasn t even high, though, I wasn t high (no)
Some kinda way, knowhatI msayin? I ma get mine (I m fo sho gon get it)
Gotta pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you know what I m sayin? Fo scheeze (Whoa, now)
I ain t got nuthin to lose (Huh, bro?)
Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I m sayin?
(Oh, gots to have that there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children)
Dead, I m on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
Like P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you know I m Tru to this, I mean really, in other words
I ain t got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)