2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Single Version)

[00:00.80] I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends

[00:02.37] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

[00:04.11] (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas

[00:06.78] (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is

[00:08.74] (Take money) niggas, we bring it too

[00:10.32] That's a'ight, ha ha

[00:11.76] (Take money)

[00:12.40] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

[00:15.02] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

[00:17.40] You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife

[00:20.24] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life

[00:22.63] Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip

[00:24.81] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches

[00:27.85] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels

[00:30.19] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules

[00:33.24] Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya

[00:35.21] Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:37.78] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs

[00:40.16] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!

[00:43.38] I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

[00:45.14] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha)

[00:48.03] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:50.13] Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know

[00:52.95] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

[00:55.74] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh

[00:58.42] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish

[01:00.17] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:02.50] Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)

[01:03.92] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is

[01:05.80] I don't even know why I'm on this track

[01:07.40] Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

[01:08.63] I'ma let my lil' homies ride

[01:10.11] On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!

[01:12.93] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

[01:15.59] Biggie Smalls just got dropped

[01:17.08] Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back

[01:20.31] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps

[01:23.10] Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya

[01:25.76] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

[01:28.40] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank

[01:30.63] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

[01:33.18] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga

[01:35.71] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga

[01:38.03] With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:40.84] Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!

[01:43.55] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

[01:46.38] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh

[01:48.96] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish

[01:50.66] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:53.02] Nigga, we hit 'em up!

[01:53.95] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel

[01:56.42] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:57.81] All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open

[02:00.19] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'

[02:03.04] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high

[02:04.59] Niggas think they learned to fly

[02:06.12] But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

[02:08.31] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me

[02:10.92] All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me

[02:13.68] I'm a self-made millionaire

[02:15.56] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)

[02:18.44] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

[02:20.74] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?

[02:23.40] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:26.24] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:28.19] Now I'm back to set the record straight

[02:30.63] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate [02:33.09]Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!

[02:34.03] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs

[02:36.45] No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs

[02:38.80] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease

[02:41.10] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro

[02:43.81] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:46.13] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

[02:48.20] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:49.57] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:51.96] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block

[02:54.35] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.23] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch

[02:58.60] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:01.47] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

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[03:03.66] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker

[03:06.54] I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker

[03:08.96] Softer than Alizé with a chaser

[03:11.09] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:12.72] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper

[03:14.96] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

[03:17.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

[03:19.79] Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'

[03:21.49] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'

[03:24.06] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost

[03:25.90] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off

[03:28.54] Nigga, I hit 'em up!

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[03:30.71] Now you tell me who won

[03:32.41] I see them, they run, hahahaha

[03:34.59] They don't wanna see us

[03:36.03] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us

[03:38.63] How the fuck they gonna be the mob

[03:40.10] When we always on our job?

[03:41.45] We millionaires

[03:42.60] Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it

[03:44.31] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?

[03:46.67] You little young-ass motherfuckers

[03:48.63] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?

[03:50.60] You're fuckin' with me, nigga

[03:51.96] You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack

[03:53.71] You better back the fuck up

[03:55.07] Before you get smacked the fuck up

[03:56.38] This is how we do it on our side

[03:58.20] Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!

[04:00.24] But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama

[04:01.90] Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!

[04:03.94] We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!

[04:06.15] Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:08.34] Then everybody had to open their mouth

[04:10.22] With a motherfuckin' opinion

[04:11.48] Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!

[04:13.94] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew!

[04:18.47] And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!

[04:21.65] Chino XL, fuck you too!

[04:23.99] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!

[04:27.13] (Take money, take money)

[04:28.90] All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!

[04:31.21] Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!

[04:34.35] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:36.81] We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas

[04:38.96] Westside 'til we die!

[04:40.31] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:42.10] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!

[04:44.75] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!

[04:47.09] Ain't nothin' but killas

[04:48.71] And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us

[04:50.85] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple

[04:54.06] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts

[04:59.13] You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt

[05:01.45] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:03.77] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!