Hit 'Em

Yeah You're in the presence of the realist Essence has been served in lessons Since the days of my adolescence On the Cypress block Young buck Holdin' the glock Like we knew it all Not afraid to do it all Matter of fact And look back And do it all Like I remember the haters Say the game will ruin y'all What's that to me? Don't give a fuck about a hater Let 'em roll up like the weed in my paper They call me Big Dog ridin' with the hillbillies Cubone stallion with the licked Philly Really became a boss many years back When I'm gone, hear me bitches Hold your tears back We put the bang in bangin' Produced the dope we slangin' You nutless motherfuckers got no chance of hangin' They took the tails when you flippin' the quarter We ain't slowin' down we crashin' through the border So let the rhythm hit 'em Just let the rhythm hit 'em 'Cause when you feel in your soul Lift the sound system Then turn it up Up- a little louder Turn it up Up- a little louder Turn it up We never turn it down Universal sound When we smoke a pound Take a look around When we touch a town Knock the waist Stompin' in my big black Js Corny motherfuckers get stuck in the maze We never suffer fools Had enough of you False friends and loose ends Make me want to snuff a fool Fuck that, we got another world tour Touching every shore From Cali to Singapore Everyday I've seen more motherfuckers in the temple As we rock up tempo, instrumentals I saw my dream in a dream, then I woke up Put the dream team together, now we smoke up One, one time So let the rhythm hit 'em Just let the rhythm hit 'em 'Cause when you feel in your soul Lift the sound system Then turn it up Up- a little louder Turn it up Up- a little louder Turn it up