You Wouldn't Believe It lyrics

Hit-Boy

featuring Audio Push and K. Roosevelt

(Verse)
HS87 winning, you ain’t wait to go to Hades,
I’m sicker than a snot nose baby with the rabies.
I went from home in the rockets, the hawcky like the grady
Not the floors, but I have you pushing daisies,
If you play me, yeah you test me and you die die, you niggers faker than five nice
That’s your girl, I feed her cat, I hope you’re praying it got 9 lives.
I’m head first like skydive, with the best step up, nigger, why try?
Ain’t got no colors then tie die, with the future nigger, no sci-fi.
Two things on me, feeling like Rambo.
Pocket full of money and a whole lot of Ammo.
She said “boy, I speak Spanish” , I said “como te llamo?”
She said “boy, you dress so nice”, I said “that’s fero te gamo”.
If it’s party time, you know I got that stank and I got that drink,
Like the shot that ain’t on it, I got that bank, I got that bang.
And if you wear chain you probably get a rash,
I take your girl and I hit her fast.
You come to my hood, you look what and you won’t get a pass.

(Hook)
And when you see it you won’t believe it,
You know you need it.

(Verse)
I know when I hit the stage your hand better be up
Because I’m only spitting crack, you niggers better react.
And in an argument the hardest click still won’t be enough,
So when you’re talking about the best nigger it better be yours.
So what you gotta figure out, we’re the hardest niggers out,
Got that crack that’s missing everywhere that you’ve been talking about.
It’s them young niggers with new cars, I’m brought up to that new crib,
That’s HS87 making other moves you wish you did.
Nigger we on and we’re gonna stay on, got a bad girl, we ain’t laid on,
I could do this all day long, up and up you get that laid on.
Your girl just like a payphone, if I’m in her slutch she’ll stay on.
I be kicking like Chan-Li, while you nigger fail on.
All you can do is stand there but I think that nigger’s amazing
I mean, listen to him, he fade out in words, in that fadest act, nigger crazy.
Wait, back, back, I don’t know you, chill,
You’re too sick and I rap too ill,
You need that crack and when you go too still
If you ain’t in the spot I don’t know who will.

(Hook)
And when you see it you won’t believe it,
You know you need it.

(Verse)
We used to be number ten, now we’re permanently in,
There ain’t no treatment for this, shit, we’re terminatelly ill.
Shed our merceously kill every fucking thing moving
Watch me prove it, I’ll just do it, on my Nike shit I’m zooming.
And I know they love me, cause I just got started
But I’m tired of the interviews already.
Bout to drop the game like the ball heavy,
Now these hater niggers bring up cause I’m bar heavy.
How the fuck they dropped an album, ain’t no fearless,
They must have a team full of contract killers.
I’m realer, new driller, MJ’s bitches quicker than the dominos that live up,
Going heavy through my scriptions.
Cause this real shit I wrack shit, call the police, no flap shit,
I suppose to know, I blast it, and it’s nr one no question.
Like EA I answer, crossed over, got my advancer
I’m the newest member of Sam’s club, meaning I don’t get no text card.
Taking bitches to school when your papers do buy,
I’m just out by the pool spending changes do by.
Like the fucking bull’s eye I am aiming at you, niggers,
And it ain’t no competitions, getting vain with my addictions.