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