2Pac Hit Em Up

[00:00.15] I ain't got no motherfucking friends

[00:02.01] That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker

[00:03.60] Take Money

[00:05.19] West Side, Bad Boy killers

[00:06.79] Take Money

[00:07.85] You know who the realest is

[00:08.91] We bring it too

[00:09.98] Take money, take money

[00:11.30] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

[00:14.76] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

[00:17.41] You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife

[00:19.80] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life

[00:21.93] Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip

[00:25.11] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches

[00:27.24] We keep on coming while we running for your jewels

[00:29.90] Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools

[00:32.02] You know the rules

[00:33.63] Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave you

[00:35.50] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:37.88] Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

[00:40.00] Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets

[00:42.13] So fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

[00:44.79] Don't let the Westside ride the night haha

[00:47.71] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:49.57] Fuck with me and get your caps peeled

[00:51.96] You know

[00:53.04] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

[00:55.16] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh

[00:58.35] Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish

[01:00.21] Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:01.80] Nigga, I hit 'em up

[01:03.40] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is

[01:05.79] I don't know why I'm even on this track

[01:07.12] Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

[01:08.71] I'm going to let my little homies ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches

[01:11.63] Take money

[01:12.71] Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo

[01:15.11] Biggie Smalls just got dropped

[01:17.22] Little Moo' pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back

[01:19.88] Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps

[01:22.82] Little accident-murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya

[01:25.22] Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya

[01:27.87] Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank

[01:30.26] Guard your rank cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

[01:32.91] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga

[01:35.58] And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga

[01:37.71] With the ready-power

[01:39.30] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:40.63] Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour

[01:43.02] I hit 'em up

[01:44.37] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

[01:46.22] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh

[01:48.08] Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish

[01:50.49] Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:52.61] Nigga, I hit 'em up

[01:53.94] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel

[01:56.07] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:58.19] All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open

[02:00.06] Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping

[02:01.65] Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high

[02:04.30] Niggas think they learned to fly

[02:05.90] But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

[02:08.02] Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me

[02:10.41] All you niggas living bummy – why you fucking with me?

[02:13.07] I'm a self-made millionaire

[02:15.19] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air haha

[02:17.58] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

[02:20.77] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?

[02:22.90] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:25.02] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:28.74] Now I'm back to set the record straight

[02:31.13] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate

[02:33.25] Motherfucker, I'll hit 'em up

[02:34.32] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs

[02:36.71] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

[02:38.84] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease

[02:40.96] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

[02:43.35] Copping pleas in de Janeiro

[02:44.15] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:46.29] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

[02:47.88] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:49.48] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:51.60] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block

[02:54.52] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.38] Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch

[02:58.78] And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:01.43] And all your fake ass east coast props

[03:03.02] Brainstormed and locked

[03:04.35] Jui-cer

[03:05.15] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker

[03:06.21] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker

[03:08.86] Softer than Alize with a chaser

[03:10.72] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:12.86] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper

[03:15.00] Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke

[03:17.14] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke

[03:19.25] Thug Life, niggas better be known

[03:21.38] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking

[03:23.51] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost

[03:25.36] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

[03:28.30] Nigga, I hit 'em up!

[03:29.63] Now you tell me who won

[03:32.82] I see them, they run haha

[03:34.14] They don't wanna see us

[03:36.54] Take money

[03:37.07] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up trying to be us

[03:38.67] Take money

[03:39.72] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? We millionaires

[03:42.11] Killing ain't fair, but somebody got to do it

[03:44.24] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?

[03:47.16] You little young-ass motherfuckers

[03:48.75] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?

[03:50.63] You're fucking with me, nigga

[03:52.48] You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack

[03:54.33] You better back the fuck up

[03:55.40] Before you get smacked the fuck up

[03:56.46] This is how we do it on our side

[03:58.07] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it:

[03:59.94] Bring it!

[04:00.99] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama

[04:02.33] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama

[04:03.65] We gon' kill all you motherfuckers

[04:05.24] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:07.91] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion

[04:10.04] Well, this is how we gonna do this:

[04:12.43] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew!

[04:18.54] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!

[04:20.66] Chino XL: fuck you too!

[04:22.26] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!

[04:26.24] (Take money, take money)

[04:26.50] All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you; die slow, motherfucker

[04:32.08] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow!

[04:34.21] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:36.35] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside til we die!

[04:39.27] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:41.93] We'll bomb on you motherfucker! We do our job!

[04:44.88] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

[04:47.27] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas

[04:49.67] All you motherfuckers feel us

[04:51.26] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple

[04:52.85] Take money

[04:54.71] You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts

[04:58.97] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt

[05:01.37] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:04.02] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers

[05:05.35] We killers, we killers, we killers