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Hit 'Em Up - Single Version (Explicit)
2Pac feat. Outlawz
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Sucka-ass, I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) (you know) you know who the realest is
(Take money) niggas, we bring it too
That's 'ight, ha-ha
(Take money) ha-ha
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools, you know the rules
Lil Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight, ha-ha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (uh)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps
Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fucking block I'm running through, nigga
And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty-sour, I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy while you fucking with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air, ha-ha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario, Lil Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit, but a faker
Softer than Alizรฉ with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun toting smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowing
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
We millionaires
Killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
Oh-yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?
You're fucking with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfucking mama!
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this, fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfucking crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker
My .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfucking Thug Life ridas, Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfucking mob!
Ain't nothing but killas and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and four-quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em! We Bad Boy killas
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