Make The Hits

(Uh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh fo' real)

You are now tuned into the sounds

Handcrafted & designed by the H A V O C

Havoc beats (fo' real) A-L-C talkin'

You know my name you know my pedigree

It ain't a game who could do this better then me

As far as I'm concerned niggaz better play that position

Their slugs will be hittin' that target neva missin'

And - how many times do I gotta go through that beef

Protectin' my shines wit nothin' but that big heat

I'm down to Earth but niggaz wanna to bring it

Up to that next level swing don't sing it

But I warn y'all tear y'all niggaz in new ass off

Compared to Hav' nigga I'm dope you lactose

Pass the roach; you laughin' I'ma get that last tot

Gangstas to fly bitches I rap for those

And - layin' it down just like it's suppose to be layed

Check mate on a nigga when my moves is made

Don't believe The proof is in the pudding my nigga

Straight face when I'm pullin' the trigger you didn't know

Yo it's the word you hate P

You hatin' on Hav the A-L-C

We gettin' doe we got the V's

That make your hoe come up out them panties

And - we do it big we (Make The Hits)

Y'all make the check like it's come up off the checks

You gettin' broke we gettin' rich

We got the guns that make a mess uggghh

Aiyo it's time time for me to shock and amaze

The best out chest out when I'm rockin' the stage

I'm certified A-L-C claimin' his clout

And I'ma show you what that name's about

And - the (Quiet Storm) (ssshhh ) blew out the f**kin' lights

Flood the block and overflow personal

Trained pipes me and H yea we the same type

Get the checks in the daytime and bang out in the late nights

Plus I'm on the grind snatch a quarter 'mil from KOCH

'Cause I shook the spot it went from the bottom to the top

(Get that) I fake then I'm swingin' the rock

Anyway you cut the cake I get my CREAM off the top

CREAM of the crop on sideways leanin' and drop

Top speed 'til the cops give me a reason to stop

Even in the winter season I'm hot

Like Ripley's if you a thug I don't know if I Believe It Or Not

Yo it's the word you hate P

You hatin' on Hav the A-L-C

We gettin' doe we got the V's

That make your hoe come up out them panties

And we do it big we (Make The Hits)

Y'all make the check like it's come up off the checks

You gettin' broke we gettin' rich

We got the guns that make a mess uggghh