The Hit Lyrics by 50 Cent

The Hit 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)



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