Z-Ro – Lit Up


Get lit up
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
Get lit up
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
The detectives gon’ close the case
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
Even if you living with an army its still off with your head
Unghh
Get hit up
Get hit up
Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
Yeah I heard what ya said
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
For more show money and more hoe money
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
[Chorus]
Get hit up
Get hit up
Having meetings ’bout killing me
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
Get lit up
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
Get hit up
If you try to take food off my table
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now

Yeah I heard what ya said
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
Your fired if you are one minute late
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get lit up
[Tommy Lee Jones]
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
That’s how I grind (how I grind)
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
When you talking out your face
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get lit up
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
[Chorus]
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
The detectives gon’ close the case
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution

When you talking out your face
Get hit up
Get lit up
[Verse 1]
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get hit up

Get lit up
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
Yeah I heard what ya said
But I ain’t got no time for that
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get hit up
But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot
Get lit up
The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout

That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
Get hit up
It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
But these niggas be and these bitches be
Get lit up
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down

Bottle after bottle one more DUI
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
Gun in the front with a pound in back
Get lit up
Get lit up

Now how can I ball, how can I ball
Nigga I lit yo whole street
When you talking out your face
[Chorus]
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
You can see where his mind is at
[Verse 2]