Hit 'Em Up

[00:00.32] I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

[00:01.57] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

[00:03.56] (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)

[00:07.08] You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)

[00:11.06] (Take money)

[00:12.32] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

[00:15.07] Westside when we ride come equipped with game

[00:17.56] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

[00:20.06] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

[00:22.56] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip

[00:25.06] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches

[00:28.06] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

[00:30.06] Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules

[00:32.83] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

[00:35.09] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

[00:38.10] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

[00:40.08] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

[00:43.08] I let them niggaz know it's on for life

[00:45.06] So let the Westside ride tonight

[00:48.06] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

[00:50.07] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

[00:53.32] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

[00:55.56] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh

[00:58.32] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:00.30] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:02.35] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:03.57] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)

[01:05.81] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

[01:07.32] Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level

[01:08.59] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

[01:10.59] Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

[01:12.86] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

[01:15.57] 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

[01:23.09] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya

[01:25.82] Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

[01:28.33] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank

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

[01:33.09] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga

[01:35.82] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga

[01:38.03] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

[01:40.78] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

[01:43.82] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

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

[01:48.81] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

[01:50.77] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

[01:52.81] Nigga, I hit em' up

[01:53.82] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

[01:56.05] This ain't no freestyle battle

[01:57.83] All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open

[02:00.05] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

[02:02.54] Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly

[02:05.81] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die

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

[02:10.83] All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

[02:13.29] I'm a self made millionaire

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

[02:18.27] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

[02:20.83] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house

[02:23.63] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

[02:26.07] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

[02:28.59] Now I'm bout to set the record straight

[02:30.34] With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate

[02:32.58] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

[02:33.81] I'm from N-E-W Jers'

[02:35.06] Where plenty of murders occurs

[02:36.33] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

[02:38.57] Now go check the scenario

[02:40.04] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

[02:42.31] Copping pleas in de Janeiro

[02:43.80] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

[02:45.80] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

[02:48.28] What the fuck, is you stupid?

[02:49.59] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

[02:51.80] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block

[02:54.29] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

[02:56.33] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch

[02:58.84] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

[03:01.34] And all your fake ass East coast props

[03:03.33] Brainstormed and locked

[03:04.06] You's a, beat biter

[03:05.32] A Pac style taker

[03:06.56] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker

[03:09.06] Softer than Alize with a chaser

[03:11.06] About to get murdered for the paper

[03:12.31] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper

[03:14.57] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

[03:16.84] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke

[03:19.31] Thug Life, niggas better be known

[03:21.32] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking

[03:23.57] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost

[03:25.58] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

[03:29.08] Nigga, I hit em up!

[03:30.83] Now you tell me who won

[03:32.32] I see them, they run

[03:34.59] They don't wanna see us (take money)

[03:36.30] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique

[03:37.34] Dressing up trying to be us (take money)

[03:38.83] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)

[03:40.60] We millionaires

[03:42.83] Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)

[03:44.34] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us

[03:47.11] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

[03:48.85] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)

[03:50.84] You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)

[03:53.32] You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up

[03:56.08] This is how we do it on our side

[03:58.32] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it

[04:00.32] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama

[04:02.06] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama

[04:04.06] We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers

[04:05.84] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

[04:08.06] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion

[04:11.08] Well this is how we gonna do this

[04:12.33] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie

[04:14.77] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew

[04:18.31] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too

[04:21.56] Chino XL, fuck you too

[04:23.56] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)

[04:29.31] All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker

[04:31.58] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow

[04:34.32] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

[04:37.06] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die

[04:39.85] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

[04:42.32] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job

[04:44.84] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

[04:47.60] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas

[04:49.82] All you motherfuckers feel us

[04:51.07] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple

[04:53.57] (Take money)

[04:55.32] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got

[04:57.33] Guns under they motherfuckin' belts

[04:59.10] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt

[05:01.31] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

[05:03.35] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers