Tupac Hit 'em Up Dirty

[00:01.13] I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

[00:02.88] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

[00:04.63] (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)

[00:08.41] You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)

[00:10.61] (Take money)

[00:12.91] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

[00:15.63] Westside when we ride come equipped with game

[00:18.12] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

[00:20.63] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

[00:23.13] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip

[00:25.63] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches

[00:28.63] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

[00:30.62] Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules

[00:33.67] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

[00:35.63] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:38.38] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

[00:40.87] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

[00:43.64] I let them niggaz know it's on for life

[00:45.64] So let the Westside ride tonight

[00:48.37] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:51.12] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

[00:53.88] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

[00:56.37] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh

[00:59.12] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:00.88] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:02.88] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:04.89] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)

[01:06.87] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

[01:08.38] Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level

[01:09.65] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

[01:11.13] Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

[01:13.38] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

[01:15.88] Biggie Smalls just got dropped

[01:18.41] Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back

[01:21.15] Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps

[01:23.88] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya

[01:26.38] Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

[01:29.13] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank

[01:31.39] Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

[01:34.12] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga

[01:36.37] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga

[01:38.89] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:41.40] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

[01:44.40] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

[01:46.39] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh

[01:49.38] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:51.40] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:53.14] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:55.41] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

[01:56.87] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:58.40] All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open

[02:00.62] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

[02:03.13] Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly

[02:06.37] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die

[02:08.90] Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me

[02:11.37] All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

[02:14.13] I'm a self made millionaire

[02:15.63] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air

[02:18.40] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

[02:21.37] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house

[02:24.37] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:26.38] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:29.12] Now I'm bout to set the record straight

[02:30.87] With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate

[02:33.12] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

[02:35.38] I'm from N-E-W Jers'

[02:36.13] Where plenty of murders occurs

[02:37.38] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

[02:39.62] Now go check the scenario

[02:41.13] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

[02:43.39] Copping pleas in de Janeiro

[02:44.92] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:46.64] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

[02:48.63] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:50.37] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:52.39] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block

[02:55.13] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.87] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch

[02:59.12] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:01.89] And all your fake ass East coast props

[03:03.88] Brainstormed and locked

[03:04.88] You's a, beat biter

[03:06.12] A Pac style taker

[03:07.38] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker

[03:09.62] Softer than Alize with a chaser

[03:11.64] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:13.38] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper

[03:14.88] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

[03:17.88] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke

[03:20.38] Thug Life, niggas better be known

[03:21.89] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking

[03:24.63] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost

[03:26.37] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

[03:29.39] Nigga, I hit em up!

[03:31.62] Now you tell me who won

[03:33.15] I see them, they run

[03:35.39] They don't wanna see us (take money)

[03:37.13] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique

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

[03:39.91] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)

[03:41.90] We millionaires

[03:43.13] Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)

[03:44.88] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us

[03:47.37] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

[03:49.62] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)

[03:51.38] You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)

[03:54.39] You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up

[03:56.62] This is how we do it on our side

[03:58.37] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it

[04:01.12] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama

[04:02.90] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama

[04:04.64] We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers

[04:06.63] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:08.90] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion

[04:11.41] Well this is how we gonna do this

[04:12.88] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie

[04:15.12] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew

[04:19.12] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too

[04:22.38] Chino XL, fuck you too

[04:24.63] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)

[04:27.64] All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker

[04:32.62] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow

[04:35.12] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:37.12] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die

[04:40.64] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:43.13] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job

[04:45.64] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

[04:48.13] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas

[04:50.38] All you motherfuckers feel us

[04:51.40] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple

[04:53.41] (Take money)

[04:55.13] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got

[04:57.90] Guns under they motherfuckin' belts

[04:59.87] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt

[05:02.12] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:04.14] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers