Tytuł: Hit 'Em Up Style

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While he was schemeing
  I was beamin in the Beamer just beamin
  Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin'
  So I found another way to make him pay for it all
  
  So I went
  To Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spree
  And on the way I grabbed Soley and Mia
  And as the cash box rang I thought everything away
  
  (Oops)
  There goes the dreams we used to say
  (oops)
  There goes the time we spent away
  (oops)
  There goes the love I had but you cheated on me
  And thats worth that now
  (oops)
  There goes the house we made a home
  (oops)
  There goes you'll never leave me alone
  For all the lies you told
  This is what you owe
  
  Hey Ladies
  When your man wanna get buckwild
  Just go back and Hit 'Em Up Style
  Put your hands on his cash
  And spend it to the last dime
  For all the hard times
  Oh
  When you go then everything goes
  From the crib to the ride and the clothes
  So you better let him know that
  If he messed up you gotta hit em up
  
  While he was braggin
  I was coming down the hill and just draggin
  All his pictures and his clothes in the bag and
  Sold everything else till there was just nothin left
  
  And I paid
  All the bills about a month too late
  It's a shame we have to play these games
  The love we had just fades away, away
  
  (Oops)
  There goes the dreams we used to say
  (oops)
  There goes the time we spent away
  (oops)
  There goes the love I had but you cheated on me
  And thats worth that now
  (oops)
  There goes the house we made a home
  (oops)
  There goes you'll never leave me alone
  For all the lies you told
  This is what you owe
  
  Hey Ladies
  When your man wanna get buckwild
  Just go back and Hit 'Em Up Style
  Put your hands on his cash
  And spend it to the last dime
  For all the hard times
  Oh
  When you go then everything goes
  From the crib to the ride and the clothes
  So you better let him know that
  If he messed up you gotta hit em up
  
  [Repeat 1x]
  
  All of the dreams you sold
  Left me out in the cold
  What happened to the days when we used to trust each other
  And all of the things I sold
  Will take you until you get old
  To get 'em back without me
  Cuz a marriage is better than money you see
  
  Hey Ladies
  When your man wanna get buckwild
  Just go back and Hit 'Em Up Style
  Put your hands on his cash
  And spend it to the last dime
  For all the hard times
  Oh
  When you go then everything goes
  From the crib to the ride and the clothes
  So you better let him know that
  If he messed up you gotta hit em up