Hit ’Em Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown) I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown) [Verse 1: Bun B] I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutter (Nutter) A candy car strutter that be sittin' on butter Comin' straight up out the gutter with the cartilage cutter Man, what is that? The Chinese chopper that likes to st-st-stutter What a fucked-up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario Automatics in your face have you preparin' your burial (Hold up) They tracin' the weapon after you scratch off the serial Eat you up like cereal, there it is and there we go (There we go) Some banditos ridin' off in the wind And nigga, we got all your soft in your ends so don't pretend Like this ain't what it was (Was) or we ain't what you say (Say) I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in the day (Day) Dance in the middle of the street in height of the traffic Watch what you say when we meet 'cause they know might get your ass kicked (huh) End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga We cost like a foreign, but get respect like a classic, motherfucker! [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown) I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown) [Verse 2: Paul Wall] This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson Choppin' up the slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin' Shoppers splergin', caked-up 'cause my pockets swole I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just pick and roll I'm from that Lone Star, tippin' dime that candy car Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we got Haters wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambos that blaze the top Countin' cash and stackin' knot, South victory, back to Scott Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin' em off, you already know Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best [Chorus: Paul Wall] I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown) I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad) I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab) I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down) I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)