Hit 'em Up (Explicit)-2Pac
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TXT Hit 'em Up (Explicit)-2Pac 文本歌词
Hit 'em Up (Explicit) - 2Pac (图派克)
That's why I f**ked your b***h
You're fat motherf**ker take money
West side
Bad boy killers take money
You know who the realist is
N***as we bring it to take money
Ha ha take money
First off f**k your b***h
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I f**ked your wife
We bust on bad boys
N***as f**k for life
Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Some mark a*s b***hes
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young a*s up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim
Don't f**k around with real g's
Quick to snatch your ugly a*s off the streets
So f**k peace
I'll let them n***as know
It's on for life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night ha ha
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
F**k with me
And get your caps peeled
You know see
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N***a I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherf**kers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all n***as ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
B***h made a*s bad boys b***hes
Ah yo yo hold the f**k up
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank white needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang
Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block
I'm running through n***a
And I'm smoking junior mafia
In front of you n***a
With the ready power
Tucked in my guess
Under my eddie bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N***a I hit 'em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n***as getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking d**e
It's like a shermine
N***as think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But it's funny to me
All you n***as living bummy
While you f**king with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison
Pistols in the air air ha ha
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the b***h to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my a-k
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-f**ker I'll hit 'em up
I'm from n e w jers
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little ceas'
I'll bring you fake g's to your knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little kim is you
Coked up or d**ed up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the f**k
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting shooting and polluting your block
With fifteen shot
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake a*s east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't nothing s**t but a faker
So fill the alize with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Edi I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke uh
Toting smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke
Thug life n***as better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
N***a I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them they run ha ha
They don't wanna see us
Whole junior mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the f**k they gonna be the mob
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah mobb deep uh
You wanna f**k with us
You little young a*s motherf**kers
Don't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something
You're f**king with me n***a
You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the f**k up
Before you get smacked the f**k up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you n***as from new york that want to bring it
Bring it
But we ain't singing
We bringing drama
F**k you and your mother f**king mama
We're gonna kill all you mother f**kers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**king opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this
F**k mobb deep
F**k biggie
F**k bad boy as a staff record label
And as a mother f**king crew
And if you want to be down with bad boy
Then f**k you too
Chino xl f**k you too
All you mother f**kers
F**k you too
Take money take money
All of y'all mother f**kers
F**k you die slow motherf**ker
My four four 44 magnum make sure all your kids don't grow
You motherf**kers can't be us or see us
We mother f**kin' thug life riders
West side till' we die
Out here in california n***a
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother f**kers
We do our job
You think you the mob n***a we the motherf**kin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real n***as all you motherf**kers feel us
Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple
You n***as laugh 'cause our staff got guns under
They motherf**kin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You n***as can't feel it
We the realist
F**k 'em
We bad boy killers
