Hit Em' Up Lyrics - Zion I

[Verse 1-The Grouch] 

Street blocks to tree tops, sweet spots found 

The diction to detox, three Pac's now 

He walks with, he talks like me, I'm sound 

Conviction to beat knocks, from my head to my cheap socks 

Underneath Living Legends Reebok's 

I'm bound to free speech thoughts, seep around rocks 

Volcanic or crack, hard to hold back 

Go with the flow, know what you know and show that 

Too relevant, but I go back like keggers on a hill, five on a dope sack 

Smoke stack, think Ac', shrink wrap 

Rap with a shrink before you and ink the tat 

That's permanent, life learnin' it, pat 

Never wanna see the world turn into a track 

I ain't runnin' no game, small time, no names 

If we one in the same, you gunnin' for change 

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[Hook-Zion (The Grouch)] 

Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one" 

(Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two") 

Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three" 

(Universal how we pen the styles) 

(Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one") 

Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two" 

(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four") 

They feelin' the styles 

[Verse 2-Zion] 

Hey, I got this Blues train runnin' all through to my veins 

Slave ships, Middle Passage, crack cocaine 

Ten slap in the 'Lac, corner boys ground packs 

In the belly of the beast where the life go flat 

But the music is the remedy, inhale my rhythm steadily 

Perched on the curb, watch church converge 

It's the meeting of the minds, at time, light occurs 

How we cultivated words like they sacred herbs 

Put it in your pipe and puff it, squares can't touch it 

Rough and rugged, how you love it, with no budget 

Independent game, man, with my slang tang 

You can do the same thang, utilize your damn brain 

Metaphors are mountains, countless bouncin' 

A multitude in viewed, clubs and houses 

We rain like fountains to wash it clean 

I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole team 

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[Hook-The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}] 

{Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one"} 

(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two") 

Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four" 

(Universal how we pen the styles) 

(F.A.B., Hit 'Em with a "one") 

{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"} 

(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four") 

They feelin' the styles 

[Verse 3-Mistah F.A.B.] 

Let the beat give life to dead souls 

The rhymes turn wienies to red bulls 

The feelin' is a whole nother level 

The drums, the bass, the snares and the treble 

So let it go, count me in, I'm on all corners 

Winter, summer, spring, then I fall on ya 

My mindstate define great, the crime rate 

Got me irate, it's high stake, so why wait? 

Move now, roll out 

Hate it when Hip Hop's finest sold out 

My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out 

I never change, only my shows get sold out 

So, what's the science? Don't be defiant 

My music turn midgets to giants, just try it 

Go crazy, riot, Grouch and Zion 

Mistah F.A.B. is who I am 

[Hook-The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}] 

Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one" 

(Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two") 

Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four" 

(Universal how we pen the styles) 

(Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one") 

{And Zion, Hit 'Em with a "one, two"} 

(Go on and count me in, now "one, two, three, four") 

They feelin' the styles