Hit Em' Up Style



While he was schemeingI was beamin in the Beamer just beaminCan't believe that I caught my man cheatin'So I found another way to make him pay for it all
So I wentTo Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spreeAnd on the way I grabbed Soley and MiaAnd as the cash box rang I thought everything away
(Oops)There goes the dreams we used to say(oops)There goes the time we spent away(oops)There goes the love I had but you cheated on meAnd thats worth that now(oops)There goes the house we made a home(oops)There goes you'll never leave me aloneFor all the lies you toldThis is what you owe
Hey LadiesWhen your man wanna get buckwildJust go back and Hit 'Em Up StylePut your hands on his cashAnd spend it to the last dimeFor all the hard timesOhWhen you go then everything goesFrom the crib to the ride and the clothesSo you better let him know thatIf he messed up you gotta hit em up
While he was bragginI was coming down the hill and just dragginAll his pictures and his clothes in the bag andSold everything else till there was just nothin left
And I paidAll the bills about a month too lateIt's a shame we have to play these gamesThe love we had just fades away, away
(Oops)There goes the dreams we used to say(oops)There goes the time we spent away(oops)There goes the love I had but you cheated on meAnd thats worth that now(oops)There goes the house we made a home(oops)There goes you'll never leave me aloneFor all the lies you toldThis is what you owe
Hey LadiesWhen your man wanna get buckwildJust go back and Hit 'Em Up StylePut your hands on his cashAnd spend it to the last dimeFor all the hard timesOhWhen you go then everything goesFrom the crib to the ride and the clothesSo you better let him know thatIf he messed up you gotta hit em up
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All of the dreams you soldLeft me out in the coldWhat happened to the days when we used to trust eachotherAnd all of the things I soldWill take you until you get oldTo get 'em back without meCuz it might be better then money or sex
Hey LadiesWhen your man wanna get buckwildJust go back and Hit 'Em Up StylePut your hands on his cashAnd spend it to the last dimeFor all the hard timesOhWhen you go then everything goesFrom the crib to the ride and the clothesSo you better let him know thatIf he messed up you gotta hit em up