Nu Hit Click

Nu Hit Click

 Cedar Hill, Texas, USA
BandHip HopR&B

The Nu Hit Click has come to over 50 tracks completed today, with 3 projects currently in production titled "Baby Gangster the mixtape", "Centennial the album" and "Under Construction the collabo album".

Biography

Nu Hit Music Group was founded in the summer of 2010, but has been recording music since 2003 on the underground marketplace of Daytona Beach, Florida. With have been done tracks with the Sick Click, Snake Lake and other various artists in the Daytona Beach area locally like Byrd, Snake Lake, etc.; the next step was to take the game to a commercial position.

Lyrics

Papa Off the Chart

Written By: Keenan Bryant

Me and my dawg like fuck you pay me
Rock out I’m on da beans under halos daily

Inhaled the whole Newport (inhaling) and now I got a craving
For dat indo sticky brick weed out da Haiti (Haiti)

Mina-sh with da broad dat get down like da soft
I’m rollin’ off my ass grit my teeth and take off

Cake – walk down the salt, brought the yard to a close
like a party shook da world I was boomin shit off

Brought like da Brown and Board and feel it in my vocal cords
Powered up off a force stronger then the one in court

Flippin’ servin’ plenty work, I mastermind da pitchfork
Time piece like a dime piece spittin’ from dey world

But real talk I cake walked da whole vault
Know the whole world is brought unloaded from my shoulder, slower, hittin’ lower

I’m a Boss, a chip off da big dawg (big dawg) but,
Mini gun da whole flow, take shots wit it raw

Hook:
I’m kick – off in da light on da yard
He kicked off da bomb and I left da block scared
And I return da ball fa mo den a hunid yards
Play night and daylight, Get papa off da chart

2x

Put it in sauce like spaghetti, in da jungle stay ready
Bet a gangsta stay ready, who dey want, Iz it you?

Puff, puff while I’m loose, had to bring da Kung Fu,
what dem boys wanna do when da game spring you

Da game made you like da rain made Sioux
Da jay came through with da flame from da B.I.C.

Puffin’ while da time ticks, always got in mischief
And I’m holdin’ down da bounty like a stockcar would do

You know dem rocks hard juice, I match dem too
But my flow like a Jewel with da burner and I’m loose

Turn – out like a movie scene workin’ off da tube
Steady worth a grand or two, weigh a whole thang or two

Lay a fanger on da gut move bustin’, call me chuckles
Straight ham bout to tussle, watch da hatas jock da hustle

Caught sleep in a slumber, daydreamin’ bout dem bundles
In my storage on da come up, Interference made me dumb up

Hook:
I’m kick – off in da light on da yard
He kicked off da bomb and I left da block scared
And I return da ball fa mo den a hunid yards
Play night and daylight, Get papa off da chart

2x

Hit da bus fa a stick, Is it one or is it 2?
Might’ve tried to pull da third but I was one wit da bird

That brought a curse to my verse, In a struggle reimburse
cause empowerment’ll burst like how activism works

Dat papa off da chart, put da game on a chart
Brought pain and made heart through da rain from da start

I kick da studio play, off da post and pre op
While da game teed off, like I shook the season off

Leave it lone and be da boss, classifying every loss
Went from tracks to break em’ off, to a seat to exhaust

Nu Hit, so pay da cost to bring the table to a hault
Couple stacks in da mini vault, stash it on da debit card

Rappin’ spittin’ plenty bars, Rental cars plenty cars
Still keep as many dawgs as I need to get it off

Unincorporated told da game not to see ya off
Bet a brick wit da crome priest'll bring da doe to me

Hook:
I’m kick – off in da light on da yard
He kicked off da bomb and I left da block scared
And I return da ball fa mo den a hunid yards
Play night and daylight, Get papa off da chart

Where Its At

Written By: Keenan Bryant

I’m bullet proof strapped with dem calibers I shoot em through
Through da boot I’m passin’ through, They ain’t even wanna get back to you

I’m T shirt to a Turbin Move, Dat Greyhound Bus B clockwork too
Dem goons on da Block b servin’ you like deputy’s strapped to enforce they rule

So I bust that move like an old skool move, powered up off juice who da hell are you?
Dat birdie Coupe through my head what bout you, When I’m on da scene dat drought come through

Rule 1 Gotta be a G on point I’mma Boss on my thugthizzle to run
And Dawg All I gotta do is point and (POW) Now calculatin’ up dat sum

Hook:
Where it’s at, In da club, Where it’s at On da block
Where it’s at, it ain’t on me, Where it’s at, it’s on my dawg
Where it’s at you tripped his Boss, Where its at I’m tryna stall
Where it’s at Oh it’s in my draws, Where it’s at It’s above the law

2x

Back to da trap, I was shell shocked, Back to da trace On cake, While violatin niggas weight
I’mma papa chase dat chandelier On da block wit da goons no candles here

No flags no codes just standin here, White T in da zone like a anthem snare
with da all black on, Me and chick parley, Pull da hoe n’ get right back on

Air on da mic and it’s air on da phone Price up on da zone so I’m right back gone
No paraphenelia, No pipe, No Bong Jus’ Swisha investors twistin’ da spliff up,

Volume on da kick up Still blowin smoke I’mma pass it to him cause errbody smoke,
With my gameface on, like da million-man march on 50 cent many man song on rap charts

Hook:
Where it’s at, In da club, Where it’s at On da block
Where it’s at, it ain’t on me, Where it’s at, it’s on my dawg
Where it’s at you tripped his Boss, Where its at I’m tryna stall
Where it’s at Oh it’s in my draws, Where it’s at It’s above the law

2x

Back to da block, from braggin’ in front of cops, Pack in my soc to a flag in my pocket
Sag from my crotch to a jag on da plot, Dis gangsta enough to pass on da block

From trafficin’ blocks to snappin’ da rock into halves for da profit Da cash on da block
When passin’ da clock to ya dawg dat’s poppin’, Dem strangers is out They was bangin’ it out

Every man for himself he was brangin’ it out I was born into this it’s dangerous now
From jackers, straps they tamed in the South, like trainin’ da dawg (like training a scout)

He game in da eye like a clip to a semi Revolver to a 6 shot aimin’ at ya left eye
Signin’ over death rights, still sittin’ sky high lookin’ for ya death rights lettin’ all da plugs ride

Hook:
Where it’s at, In da club, Where it’s at On da block
Where it’s at, it ain’t on me, Where it’s at, it’s on my dawg
Where it’s at you tripped his Boss, Where its at I’m tryna stall
Where it’s at Oh it’s in my draws, Where it’s at It’s above the law

Sweat

Written By: Keenan Bryant

Lil Mamma needs to twerk that G string, (yeah) Kinda how we work that piece
Use what you need, gone get that green, Watch her shake that, naw don’t shake shit at me

Then errwhere I go I done seen that trick, Like a trip ripped out I don’t need that shit
But ya chick came out and jumped on dat dick, an eye for an eye no 69

Like a private eye, I’mma roll that clip like a movie or clip rolled up from da sea
Anyway she just wanna see da red ruby, wit haste den escape to da next D Boy

Like a bitch made it clap on da bean e boy, wait a minute bring it back to ya boy
Skin soaked in dem pants ass clap when she dance done sweat out da drink wit da 2 piece on

Drop dat beat and put a new beat on, Roll dat up and we can get our drink on
I’mma G ya no me, dem hoes get beat off Errtime I feel its all about dat cheese

Tryna get to a pair of breast, the hair on my chest done rose like a violin
I done sung that note and put that to rest, 2 step throw it at me, She back again

Hook:
Dip, Stretch, Break it Down, Break a sweat
Fa da set, off cred, sweat sweat (yeah)

2x

I don’t wanna pull that you can come to me, to many heads mean da bad company
Just need me a drink and a companion, den back to the room fa da romancin’

Like a 2 step dip while she grindin’ against my thigh and dat ass done caught my eye
In a white tee tryin not to spill my drink, with a jello shot and a port in the tray

To da crib in dem ribs fa da sweat like I really had to walk into court today
In dem all black Jays, halfway drunk off key, so back to da room, Now I’m tryna catch sleep

Fun in the mornin’ fun at noon, all day if I can slide em’ down to ya ankles
She like how I sag no cowboys wranglers with a low fade, Bet I’m tryna get paid

And back 2 da click like ya dude C-Rod, Got a Pimp Sqad Click wit a couple of dawgs
Holdin’ it down like a mornin’ jay, getting’ blown no drink bet I tipped that way

Stayed gone til it’s gone, Dome in da hallway, Lil brain yeah I headed out back ya’ll way (phone ring)
But really does it really have to go that far, 5 times one day can she go that hard

Hook:
Dip, Stretch, Break it Down, Break a sweat
Fa da set, off cred, sweat sweat (yeah)

3x

I’m contemplatin of breakin the plate up sittin’ in ya hip (yeah)
Straighten up that disc and bangin’ it out to extension

Its real bet I get it like a pension, On da rip you can get it with da digits
I’m 38 hot like I’m 38 swave 4 play broad so I’m keepin’ that hot

I’m like da drive by click, plottin to see how she want that (stick)
And with the mile high club when she hit that trip like she hit that tilt

Rip that bitch like they lick that pill, lay back lemme lick that now how’s that feel
I’mma natural playboy baby, Play da game like a gangsta baby

Can’t hang wit ya dawg if ya too shady, When I walk in da door I’m like Baby
Lil tip we gotta work this my way mammi, Slow or fast no clothes make a note

I told ya I’m bad, She laugh like a joke, til she moanin’ in da bed off da slow poke
Intoxicated off of the sex, I smell it in the air, I’m rollin’ up something to chill to smell it in da air

A Dolo jay like a dolo broad, cracked up that soft like I threw a curve ball
Chillin’ wit you not da crooks, cuz they gone narc backwards I can read it like a book

I said read like a book, said and taken in consideration, read once maneuvered past back to the bread
I’m left then maneuver right back to my head Instead I be thinkin’ how to get this cred

With me and da chick sweatin’ in da bed spread, and a yard only take it so far
So keep my dick hard I don’t need to fall of the chart

Do ya job like ya should’ve been done from the start, 3 or 4 nuts I ain’t even really start
Getting’ dem guts I’m just playin’ my part Grab on put da strap on, I’m beatin’ that dawg (I’m Raw)

Dip, Stretch, Break it Down, Break a sweat
Fa da set, off cred, sweat sweat (yeah)

Rise… and Drop

Rise… and Drop

Dat's Da Rippa

Written By: Keenan Bryant

I’m fire like burnt houses, bring da drama around,
I’m cruisin’ around da town on da plot it’s goin’ down,

Sunrise to sunset, I hold it down and dat’s a bet,
I keep da game in check, ya RESPECT the feelin’ visa versa,

Keep it in my circle like some mob tie workers,
Percin’ My own Contingencies a lead while I’m servin’,

My nerves’ll shape shift into tricks, My life is bliss,
Put it all on da rip, (Clock sound) Wake up and get blitzed off a spliff,

(exhale) U turn, da swisha stale
Nit pick on da next sale, Floats a boat like a sail

Tip toe into moist panties, manage da collaborated
Reinstated like some countrymen, I bump da tek,

Debate it or brang it, On a slate I’mma bang it
Don’t give a fuck what you thankin’ My head rangin’, I’m sangin’ ya outta range

Like da sound of dem calibers compressed to da death
So ya jumped off da line, ya tried to violate my set

Hook:
Dat’s My G Move on da creep move ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Da Southeast move on da diesel ( Dat’s da Rippa )
They watch my feet move through the streets too ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Scout dem peoples Da game see threw ( Dat’s da Rippa )

2x

Light it while back on da purp and sprite, I’m getting’ right,
Dat Dro be burnin’ slow, These characters’ flip mode,

My flow does nothin’ but grow, Nu Hit, da bigger picture like a cat
I’m speculatin’ da system through intermissions,

Get em’, I blow it out my system, back on da mint,
Ebonics be overcrowded, Stay strapped when I come around,

They fire then hit da ground, Ya change up move it round,
Stuck on da touch and go, in and out like a roll,

I’m depictin’ my cash flow at growth of an enterprise,
When spittin’ dem fire lines, I’m meditated in Dao,

Samurai da drought, Can only manage what ya got,
Betta brang it like a drought, Then gone Ojima da drought,

Gone immortalize da game, I pick up like a damn train,
Maintain ya Ben Franks and brang da change anyway,

Back around, I come around, a couple slabs be in and out,
Whip da slab, rollin’ round, I’ll flick da ash in ya mouth,

Hook:
Dat’s My G Move on da creep move ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Da Southeast move on da diesel ( Dat’s da Rippa )
They watch my feet move through the streets too ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Scout dem peoples Da game see threw ( Dat’s da Rippa )

2x

Keep it movin’ like a kick, It’s feel da beat like a vibration,
With high maintenance, never slackin’ like it’s immigration,

Da pic flick like a snake ate by squeezin’ it’s prey,
Movin’ fast paced, Da trench work da math game,

Risin’ from da trap, Stay empowered off da math,
If my tracks’ mutilated by law, I’m still a Boss,

Transparent da game, Face mask da flame,
Ski mask da trace, Take my spirit away,

Adjacent, I play insane, Nu Hit; name of da game
Label me off da chain, refrain da past defensive

From da indigent position, serial self – employee off top
ya check void, I’m calculatin’ da toys

On wax be self - employed, they Blind sided my faith
Or One – sided da game, Without a strap feel ashamed

If my temple rectified and I repent like da god father
Off top you don’t want dem problems

Hook:
Dat’s My G Move on da creep move ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Da Southeast move on da diesel ( Dat’s da Rippa )
They watch my feet move through the streets too ( Dat’s da Rippa )
Scout dem peoples Da game see threw ( Dat’s da Rippa )

Boom and Roll

Written By: Keenan Bryant

We all like a dawg, Putcha out fa da low tho
Kno some crackheads so I fuck wit em dolo

Watchin’ da birdie, spittin’ acapella
Hold my head up, like a black goodfella

Bleed da block thumpin’ while a jack rabbit out
Spooked off da gatt I ain’t tryna speak loud

I’m out and ain’t no tags, I’m comin’ round da back (chirp)
And I’m scoutin’ out like a pair of dawg tags

Makin’ 3 round trips, Weed, Dope
Opiets, Pills, Beans, Coke

I ain’t gotta bring it back
but I know that my dawg’ll bring it back like a trap, Dap cuz my own path

In da trap I be rollin’ blowin’ trees off my ass (cockback)
With da fire tucked off fa da jack

Cop a new plug might have what you need
When I’m down south might be a lil’ green

Hook:
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)

When they wanna rob, Get like me, Pop em’ in em’
when he got what they need so my biz might be a lil yeller

Catch me spittin’ game my wisdom is like a feather
2 steps ahead, serve to please in da streets

Real shit, I want da shit from overseas
Whole block onto me like I pitched out a leak

Staged up like a string or drunk a lil’ white line
That’s why they say ya gotta do it all alone then

Made a new friend he smoke dope I done honed in
But I don’t really trust so that’s why we call it rollin’

Up out da hood, on da first pair of Jay’s I remember in this life
when I came out da wound

I’m breakin’ through like ice it’s a thin line
I don’t see em’ on my jock, like B to a beehive

They ain’t give a muthafuck about ya rat ass
So I still get da intel and grip off ya ass

Hook:
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)

2x
My hustle bad habit I’mma Hustla by hobby
I‘mma hustla don’t jock me, hustla off props

Straight hustle cake flossin elevate do da bossin
I’mma hustla from da back streets to Motorola phones

B – Boy thang ride or die with nothing costin’
On the hustle turn ya down like ya ain’t even got the balls

In paradise inhale the cost involved with Bossin’ on my dawg
On my dawg, I’ll light ya block up, dem terrorists dem laws

With white chalk from folks unsolved off da chart
Interpersonal costs from late nights to my net gross

I’m Indigent to ya lame ass I get my pass on
Creepin’ on my clock from my block ya hit my stash

Illustratin masculinently sculp me like bread doe
I’m posted on my 7 – 4, rockin like 10 – 4

And in da myst of anatomy intelligence
B at the risk of cake calculatin present, but

Hook:
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)
Boom and Roll when ya go (sing), Boom and Roll when ya go (sing)

The Congression

Written By: Keenan Bryant

I’mma Boss, I’mma new sign of life like a butterfly,
Live da Gutta life I’m into mean mugs and cat fights,
Amphibianiphobic cause what I’m smoking is potent,
so potent we clippin’ roaches and holdin’ em like in highschool,

I move like a typhoon I’m like a knight move,
I’m 3 up and bust a move to the side just like a gang call,
I’m on da string and like that Scarface Mary Jane song,
I’m tryna smoke the weed out a blunt, not a damn bong,

I’m on da block with the rabbit he back and forth,
I broke em off a 20 piece, dragged the Newport,
Sagged my dickie shorts and put the work in my draws,
Counted up my stash and made a call to my dawgs,

Ya memory is clogged, I do this shit like a Boss,
I can serve ya in da fog, Still bring back it all,
I don’t bring da work to da crib,
Don’t bring da problems to da trap, I stick to da G code like a pack,

Hook:
(sing)
If ya finna hustle, (ha) gotta have what they need
know how to work the streets on ya P’s and Q’s
Yeah, ya gotta see my point of view,
I’m a hustler I can bring da dope game to you

2x

I’m high powered on da poundgame, Move it round town,
Change’ll make ya see soft like breadmix fa poundcakes,
Back round state I got a plug of that sticky icky bitch,
I’m out of change he front the whole damn thang,

Like man’s best friend, I brought the paper to the door,
Me and my dawgs on dem snoopies like a scene out a movie,
On da E & J wit da roomkey servin’ groupies,
My motivation movin’ these bricks is fallin’ short,

Errbody wanna tax, so we started,
takin’ tips from some cats that put crack on da map in my city,
They got tabs through plugs in my city,
All we thought about was drugs in my city,

Showin’ love from the plug was enough like work committees
Showin’ plenty of beans, weed, dope and soft
I break em off like a piece of kit kat sucker free
But I feel like I want the whole thing

Hook:
(sing)
If ya finna hustle, (ha) gotta have what they need
know how to work the streets on ya P’s and Q’s
Yeah, ya gotta see my point of view,
I’m a hustler I can bring da dope game to you

4x

Check Da Game

Written By: Keenan Bryant

With million dollar dreams, I graduated 2 G
Fa dem chips, that’s like a checker board piece ya get up off of me

& I’m a boss alliterating mob scenes
Take off, I’m transitionin’ blocks of overseas

The equity down to me I’m flippin’ da QP
To move to da LB, I got rock work to see

Da drought in da swag while I work like employees
These otha niggaz bore me like another short story, yeah

I came a long way, talkin’ bout all day
ain’t no taggin’ my lil’ game I’m in it for the finer thangs

GANGSTA CERTIFIED, I make ya way like a hurricane
majestically cannot contain the product of the sustained

I trample ya like a mustang, my words conduct a truck to train
Hypothesis is cheaper, blowin’ smoke like a train

I’m gassin’ da whip wit change, My pocket’s screamin’ fa change
Biblically in da game, You can check from where I came,

My record is skimp slick, I’m impeccable wit da stick,
then my word’s begin to stick, I came up with a new pitch , Dat Rip

But I’m da bandit, my segment is like a skit
I blow a kiss to this life dis bliss but lifes a bitch

Hook:
Let’s Check da Game
City-slick with plenty chips many men, yeah, I’m rollin’ up dat sticky shit, plenty spliffs
Let’s Check da Game
Equity of indigent benjamins, yeah, brick to bill, brick to bill, dat’s how I feel

2x

I look dem killas in eyes, Why lie dis life is suicide
You and I accompanied with kinmanship, Dis Do or Die

I’m powered-up and energized like I’m Megatron
I theme da marathon, trench work in da name of crime

Me and my dawg on da promo in untaxed, Run it back
Chevy to a Cadillac, Time to bring da hammer back

2 Deep creep dat Red Bull, Da Rude boy stack
Jugglin’ back dat Quarterback dat one trap

Keep ya enemies close and friends closre like da Wintergames
Camp out long Da whole time I’m out to win a game

Nighttime fall with no rain, I’m bout to peel em’ mane
Climax hot like Denzel on da centerstage

Wire tap phone charge conspiracy with no charge
Night scope, all black on da terraine don’t fall apart

Dat’s that mob tie ya 50/50 humpback,
Roam da globe a humpback, tag ya like a thumb tac

Hook:
Let’s Check da Game
City-slick with plenty chips many men, yeah, I’m rollin’ up dat sticky shit, plenty spliffs
Let’s Check da Game
Equity of indigent benjamins, yeah, brick to bill, brick to bill, dat’s how I feel

4x

Discography

Papa off Da Chart - single
Sweat - single