Lyrics Hit 'Em - Royce da 5'9"

Yo Royce, the gloves is on?
Don't play around with these motherfuckers
It's time to
(It's the Bar Exam!)
Hit 'em
Hit 'em
Hit 'em
Go!
Five-nine stand back, he 'bout to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she 'bout to blow
That four-four that he's holdin' is 'bout to blow
I thought I told you motherfuckers, it's over, brrrrrp!
Stick up! I got the gats out grindin'
Give me any kinda Preem track, I rap out rhymin'
And brrrrp! Switch up, turn 'round and rap 'bout diamonds
Tell the underground, I'm shinin', I'll be back, I promise
What you lookin' at, dog? Your boy is fire
The more time goes by, his nose gets higher
Plus, he been pushin' that raw, he knows what he wants
To fuck a Pussycat Doll before he retires
It's all about black and white, it's like a piano
The white and black cards you dealt, life is a gamble
You might rap hard today, like you a animal
Then suddenly, tomorrow, you gay, like The Sopranos
I done seen it all, lyrical niggas who dumb it...
Down, for y'all niggas to sing along and still do nothin'
You simple like the ABC's, is y'all countin'?
You like the caption at the bottom with the ball bouncin'
Five-nine, stand back, he about to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he holdin' is about to blow
Preme, tell 'em who it is just so that they know
(Royce, five-nine) Hit 'em!
(Just a young nigga caught in the mix) Hit 'em!
(It's rugged and underground) Hit 'em!
(You can't run no game) Go!
Five-nine, crystal clear, pistol in here
You disappear as soon as I shoot it, if you appear
You see it clear if I appear to be clutchin' a shottie
The butt on the gun is bigger than Buffy the Body's
I go upside your head with it and fuck up the party
Oooh, I make your ass lose those couple Bacardis
The forty-long came along with a couple of bodies
I know a couple Corleones, a couple of Gottis
My story long, nigga, I stay deep in the drama
I get my Maury on, nigga, and sleep with ya mama
I done did wifes, did dimes, did niggas in when they tripped
'Cause they found out the kids mines
Blew the Tech off, drew the column up on who the best
Put himself, Nas, Jay on it and moved the rest off
I'm a gangsta, as well as a star
Put 'em together and you catch me pickin' up where Guru left off
Five-nine, stand back, he about to blow
Snatch your ho, let her go, she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he holdin' is about to blow
Preme, tell 'em who it is just so that they know
(Royce, five-nine) Hit 'em
(Just a young nigga caught in the mix) Hit 'em
(It's rugged and underground) Hit 'em
(You can't run no game) Go!
I know I said
"I wanna fuck a Pussycat Doll before I retire"
What I mean was:
I wanna fuck one
Before the song goes off.