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50 Cent - The Hit

A 50 Cent music that is underrated in the industry, enjoy. Lyrics: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 1] The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale) That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin' While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon) [Chorus: repeat 2X] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha) I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro) Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes [Chorus] (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake playas Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause) Yeah, I could tell they dough was low When we came through the do' I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin' (Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son) Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81 They ain't here on a hunt for food, So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy It won't go easy, believe me [Chorus: repeat 3X] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)