_________ SWAT MAGAZINE ISSUE THIRTY JUNE 2000 __________ / \___________________________________________/ \ / Lyrics \ / by Phreakazoid \ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Artist: Phreakazoid (to the tune of the 2Pac song "Hit 'em Up") Album: Non Song: Hit Them Up Homepage: www.awol4life.org.uk www.swateam.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Phreak talking] You think I ain't got no mutha-fuckin friends... So I'll fuck you up You gay mutha-fucka {Take Money} SWATeam A-S Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Bitches we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] [Phreak] First off, blow you up And the click you claim SWATeam when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a 'zine But, I fucked your wives We bust on A S Bitches fucked for Life Plus Geddon tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Crash Dave and NeuroSplicer Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Armageddon go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased NeuroSplicer, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to bomb your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them bitches know It's on for Life Don't let the SWATeam Ride the night [ha ha] A S murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with us And get your mag peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see da Phreak Call the cops when you see da Phreak, Uhh You tried it, But, you punks couldn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Fucker, I hit them up [Phreak talking] Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is? I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all bitches ain't even on our level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass A S bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} [TnC] Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Crash Dave just got dropped Brakis move, pass the gat And let me shoot 'em in his back The Croc needs to get spanked right For making pics Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Geddon weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through fucka And I'm smoking NeuroSplicer In front of yah fucka With the ready power Tucked in my shorts Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I blow buildings ever hour I hit them up [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see da Phreak Call the cops when you see da Phreak, Uhh You tried it, But, you punks couldn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Fucker, I hit them up [Phreak] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you bitches getting stabbed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of us You and the clouds hoping Smoking weed It's like a Shermine Bitches think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka they deserve to die Talking about you "Getting Money" But its funny to me All you fuckers living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Phreak livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Geddon remember when we used to ring your mom at the house? And tell the bitch that we would kill her ourselves? Now its all about the e-zines You copied our style Your shots couldn't drop us We took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the Phreak that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit Them Up [TnC] I'm from da Ghe-T-T-O. Where plenty of bombings occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you puffs Now go check the scenerio Loki I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with degenario Geddon is yah Coked up or doped up? Get your little Anti-Social click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through London With my gat looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot SWATeam Mafia click moving up another knotch And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass A S props Brainstormed and locked [Phreak] You's a B-writer Phreak style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't shit but a faker Soften the Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper FireStarter approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with White Vampire in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, fuckas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off bitches, I hit them up [Phreak talking] Now you tell me who won? I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Anti Social click Dressing up tryna be us How the fuck they gonna be the SWAT? When we always on out job We Murderers! Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yeah, Geddon [uhh] You wanna fuck with us? You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you bitches got sense or something You fucking with us, bitch ? You fuck around and catch a siezure or sommat You better back the fuck up Before you get blown the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from A-S that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama Fuck y'all and your mother fucking mamas. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Geddon. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: Fuck Phil, Fuck Loki, Fuck A S as a staff, e-zine, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with A-S, Then fuck you too. Crash Dave, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My flick-knife make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. SWATeam till' we die. Out here in CocytusUK, fucka We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, bitches, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real killas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple You fuckas laugh cuz our staff got knifes under they mother fuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop issues they felt You fuckers can't feel it We the realist Fuck 'em. We A S killas.