Hit em Up

by Dobby's Love

ok, it's freaky but funny, it's based on Tupac's song hit em up, and it's basically a rap voldy sings to Harry, haha, enjoy :0

First off, killed your pops
And the mom you claim
Dark side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a wizard
But, I killed your dog
We bust on D.A. members
wizzards suck for Life
Plus Weasley tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Dumbledore and Pheonix Order
Some mark arse witches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady wanding
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Neville go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young arse up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Mudblood,
Don't mess around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly face, off the streets
So scrw peace
I'll let them lame-os know
It's on for Life
Don't let the dark side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Order members murdered on Wax and kill
mess with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

Chorus

Grab your wands when you see Voldy
Call the aurors when you see Voldy, Uhh
Who cursed me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Wizard, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You lame D.A's know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all children ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little Lucius
Ride on yah
stupid made arse D.A's lames
ahh yo, yo, hold the heck up

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Harry Potter just got dropped
Little move past the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Dumbledore needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
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 avada
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your arse in a pang
Lupin weaker than a freaking block
I'm running through werewolfs
And I'm smoking Weasley's
In front of yah homies
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

Chorus

Grab your wands when you see Voldy
Call the aurors when you see Voldy, Uhh
Who cursed me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Wizards, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its phoenix feather in wood
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you homies getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Casting Dark Marks
It's like a Shermine
Lamies think they learned to fly
But they burn idiots you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Power
But its funny to me
All you wizards living fearful
While you messing with me?
I'm a self made Murderer
Thug livin', out of Azkaban
Wands in the Air Air (Ha Ha)
Dumbly remember when I use to let you teach me in class
And beg the child to go and join the school of Hogwarts
Now its all about the order
You copied my style
Five curses couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my long wand
I'm still the wizard that you love to hate
The boy who lived I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from Slytherin.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little D.As'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Granger is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Lame Trio click smoked up
What the heck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Hogsmeade
With my Death Eaters looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen cursed,
Cocked wand to your knot
Outlaw D.A click moving up another notch
And your wizard stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake arse order of the pheonix props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Voldy style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Dumbly' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-smacking' joke
Dark Life, Wizards better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, wands smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Wizards, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Dumbledore's Army click
Dressing up to be us
How the heck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Weasley bro's (uhh)
You wanna mess with us
You Little young arse excuse for wizards
Don't one of you brothers got sickle-looking or something
You messing with me, boy ?
You mess around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the heck up
Before you get avaded the heck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you wizards from the order that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
curse you and your mother smacking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother smackers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Potter.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother smacking opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
Scrw Dumbledore,
Scrw Potter,
Scrw Order of the Pheonix as a order, aurors, and a mother smacking crew.
And if you want to be down with the order,
Then scrw you too. glares at Snape
, screw you too.
All you mother smackers,
scrw you too.
(take galleons, take galleons)
All of y'all mother smackers,
crucio you, die slow mother smacker.
My fo' fo' (12 inch wand) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother smackers can't be us or see us.
We mother smackin' Thug Life riders.
Dark Side till' we die.
Out here in the Graveyard, wizza
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother smackers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, wizza, we the mother smackin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real wizzards, all you mother smackers feel us.
Our stuff goes triple and four quadruple
You wizzards laugh coz our staff got wands under they mother smackin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You wizzards can't feel it
We the realist
screw 'em.
We D.A killers.