Hit 'Em Up

[00:00.35] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

[00:03.60] (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)

[00:07.07] You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)

[00:11.08] (Take money)

[00:12.57] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

[00:15.03] Westside when we ride come equipped with game

[00:17.54] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

[00:20.35] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

[00:22.87] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip

[00:25.10] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches

[00:28.07] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

[00:30.07] Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules

[00:33.07] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

[00:34.82] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:38.13] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

[00:40.07] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

[00:43.33] I let them niggaz know it's on for life

[00:45.10] So let the Westside ride tonight

[00:48.07] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:50.33] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

[00:53.35] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

[00:55.58] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh

[00:58.33] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:00.33] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:02.36] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:03.58] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)

[01:05.83] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

[01:07.09] Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level

[01:08.86] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

[01:10.08] Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

[01:12.83] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

[01:15.59] Biggie Smalls just got dropped

[01:17.57] Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back

[01:20.57] Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps

[01:23.32] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya

[01:25.83] Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

[01:28.57] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank

[01:30.84] Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

[01:33.06] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga

[01:35.57] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga

[01:38.08] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:40.86] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

[01:43.83] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

[01:46.07] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh

[01:48.82] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:50.86] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:52.82] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:54.08] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

[01:57.82] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:58.32] All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open

[02:00.12] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

[02:02.60] Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly

[02:05.82] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die

[02:08.57] Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me

[02:11.09] All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

[02:13.57] I'm a self made millionaire

[02:15.33] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air

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

[02:20.98] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house

[02:23.49] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:26.21] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:28.45] Now I'm bout to set the record straight

[02:30.47] With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate

[02:32.96] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

[02:34.24] I'm from N-E-W Jers'

[02:35.19] Where plenty of murders occurs

[02:36.70] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

[02:39.02] Now go check the scenario

[02:40.24] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

[02:42.27] Copping pleas in de Janeiro

[02:44.01] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:46.00] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

[02:48.23] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:49.73] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:52.01] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block

[02:54.50] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.50] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch

[02:58.98] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:01.48] And all your fake ass East coast props

[03:02.99] Brainstormed and locked

[03:03.98] You's a, beat biter

[03:05.49] A Pac style taker

[03:06.74] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker

[03:09.23] Softer than Alize with a chaser

[03:11.26] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:12.99] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper

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

[03:16.73] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke

[03:19.48] Thug Life, niggas better be known

[03:22.00] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking

[03:24.00] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost

[03:25.99] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

[03:29.00] Nigga, I hit em up!

[03:30.73] Now you tell me who won

[03:32.49] I see them, they run

[03:35.24] They don't wanna see us (take money)

[03:36.22] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique

[03:37.49] Dressing up trying to be us (take money)

[03:39.24] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)

[03:41.25] We millionaires

[03:42.22] Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)

[03:44.48] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us

[03:46.98] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

[03:48.72] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)

[03:50.96] You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)

[03:53.22] You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up

[03:56.24] This is how we do it on our side

[03:57.99] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it

[04:00.48] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama

[04:02.25] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama

[04:03.99] We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers

[04:06.00] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:08.24] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion

[04:10.98] Well this is how we gonna do this

[04:12.52] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie

[04:14.75] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew

[04:18.49] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too

[04:21.52] Chino XL, fuck you too

[04:23.74] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)

[04:29.00] All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker

[04:31.74] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow

[04:34.75] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:37.01] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die

[04:40.30] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:42.24] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job

[04:45.25] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

[04:47.73] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas

[04:49.50] All you motherfuckers feel us

[04:50.99] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple

[04:56.01] (Take money)

[04:56.99] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got

[04:57.76] Guns under they motherfuckin' belts

[04:58.98] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt

[05:01.50] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:03.50] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers