2Pac - Hit _Em Up (Dirty) (Music Video) HD(MP3_320K)

[00:00.58] I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)

[00:03.23] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

[00:05.62] West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money)

[00:08.01] You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money)

[00:10.67] That's aight

[00:11.99] (Take money)

[00:13.06] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

[00:15.45] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

[00:18.11] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

[00:20.50] We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life

[00:22.89] Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip

[00:25.54] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches

[00:29.26] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

[00:31.12] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules

[00:34.04] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

[00:36.17] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:38.56] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

[00:40.95] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

[00:43.87] I let them niggas know it's on for life

[00:45.73] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)

[00:47.85] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:51.04] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

[00:53.70] Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac

[00:56.36] Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh

[00:59.01] Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish

[01:01.14] Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:03.26] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:04.06] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)

[01:06.72] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

[01:08.31] Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

[01:09.64] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

[01:10.97] Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up, yo)

[01:13.35] Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo

[01:16.01] Biggie Smalls just got dropped

[01:18.40] Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back

[01:21.33] Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps

[01:23.72] Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya

[01:26.64] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

[01:29.03] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank

[01:31.15] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

[01:33.81] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga

[01:36.46] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga

[01:38.59] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:41.25] Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up

[01:44.17] Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac

[01:46.56] Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh

[01:49.22] Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish

[01:51.34] Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:53.73] Nigga, we hit em' up

[01:54.79] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel

[01:56.92] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:58.51] All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open

[02:00.64] Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

[02:03.03] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly

[02:06.21] But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

[02:08.61] Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me

[02:11.27] All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

[02:13.92] I'm a self-made millionaire

[02:15.51] Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air

[02:19.50] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

[02:21.62] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?

[02:24.28] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:26.67] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:29.32] Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight

[02:30.92] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate

[02:33.57] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

[02:34.91] I'm from N-E-W Jers'

[02:35.96] Where plenty murders occurs

[02:37.03] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

[02:39.43] Now go check the scenario

[02:40.76] Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

[02:42.62] Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro

[02:44.48] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:46.87] Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up

[02:48.99] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:50.32] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:52.45] With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block

[02:55.10] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.96] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch

[02:59.62] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:02.01] And all your fake ass East Coast props

[03:03.60] Brainstormed and locked

[03:04.93] You's a beat biter

[03:05.99] A Pac style taker

[03:07.06] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker

[03:09.45] Softer than Alizé with a chaser

[03:11.31] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:13.16] E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper

[03:15.56] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

[03:17.68] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

[03:20.34] Thug Life, niggas better be known

[03:21.93] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'

[03:24.59] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost

[03:26.45] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off

[03:29.37] Nigga, I hit 'em up

[03:31.49] Now you tell me who won

[03:33.35] I see them, they run (hahaha)

[03:35.74] They don't wanna see us (take money)

[03:37.07] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

[03:38.40] Dressing up trying to be us (take money)

[03:39.73] How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)

[03:42.39] We millionaires

[03:43.18] Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it (take money)

[03:45.32] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us?

[03:48.24] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

[03:49.58] Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something? (Take money)

[03:51.44] You fucking with me

[03:52.50] Nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)

[03:54.62] You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up

[03:57.01] This is how we do it on our side

[03:59.16] Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it

[04:01.55] But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama

[04:02.87] Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama

[04:04.73] We gon' kill all you motherfuckers

[04:06.86] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:08.98] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion

[04:11.91] Well this is how we gon' do this

[04:12.70] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie

[04:15.36] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew

[04:19.34] And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then fuck you too

[04:22.27] Chino XL, fuck you too

[04:24.66] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)

[04:29.70] All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker

[04:32.36] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow

[04:35.28] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:37.94] We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside 'til we die

[04:40.60] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:42.99] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job

[04:45.91] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

[04:48.03] Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas

[04:50.16] All you motherfuckers feel us

[04:51.48] Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple

[04:53.34] (Take money)

[04:56.27] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got

[04:58.66] Guns in they motherfuckers belts

[05:00.25] You know how it is when we drop records, they felt

[05:02.38] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:04.50] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)