Hit The Floor Lyrics

Gunshots made em hit the floor

He not trynna turn up ghost

Hustle heavy moving dope

With a target on his clothes

Life just hanging in the balance

Now he praying to the lord

It's all fun and games

Until someone else body hit the floor

All that yelling in the streets

But don't really want no smoke

A real nigga ain't got time to play

They'll hit you where it hurt

Crying Bloody Mary

Put that ketchup all over your shirt

Stop that acting tough

If you scared then nigga go to church

Get the fuck up off the curve

Acting like you own some turf

Just go ask the gov and they'll tell you what it's really worth

Landlord don't care long as they have all their money on the first

He just trynna feed his folks & get his family off the porch

But it's hard to get a job being a felon on parole

Price is high for error when you in the streets dealing dope

Sometimes going with the flow might just rock your own boat

Sirens going off where I'm from we call that red alert

Gunshots made em hit the floor

He not trynna turn up ghost

Hustle heavy moving dope

With a target on his clothes

Life just hanging in the balance

Now he praying to the lord

It's all fun and games

until someone else body hit the floor

Everybody ain't blessed off in the world just cause they sneeze

Play click clacking with that gait

A make a motherfucker freeze

Talk is cheap & niggas these days

Like to lie straight through their teeth

How you say that you plug

But leasing other niggas trees

Walking barking like a dog

Might get you bit off in the street

Someone hold him back before

He go and let the chopper squeeze

Shots get fired in the air

All you gone smell is the debris

Message get back to your peeps

It won't ever be no peace

Half stepping in this game

You better not ever miss a beat

Let's just put down all the guns

So we can go and talk in peace

Sometimes going with the flow

It might just rock your own boat

& sirens going off where I'm from

We call that red alert

Gunshots made em hit the floor

He not trynna turn up ghost

Hustle heavy moving dope

With a target on his clothes

Life just hanging in the balance

Now he praying to the lord

It's all fun and games

Until someone else body hit the floor