Master P - Hit Em Up

I got nu-thin to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got nu-thin to lose
Pass me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

Chorus: Mercedez

You need to get, your life together
(hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
South money and hustlin, don't last forever
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
Some say that G's make the world go round (hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)

[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the icebox