Hit Em Up

[ti:Title of the song here] [ar:Artist name here] [by:You !] [la:uk] Artist: 2Pac f/ Outlawz Album: How Do U Want It 12 Song: Hit 'Em Up Intro: Tupac [0:0]欢迎访问 我爱音乐 [00:00.00]I ain't got no motherfuckin friends [00:03.00]That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker [00:05.00](take money) West side!! [00:08.00] Bad Boy killers [00:09.00](take money) You know the realest is niggaz [00:10.00](take money) We bring it to you [00:13.00](take money) Verse One: Tupac [00:13.00]First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim [00:16.00]West side when we ride come equipped with game [00:18.00]You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife [00:21.00]We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life [00:23.00]Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip [00:26.00]Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches [00:29.00]We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels [00:31.00]steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules [00:34.00]Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya [00:36.00]cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased [00:38.00]Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's [00:42.00]Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace [00:44.00]I let them niggas know it's on for life [00:46.00]So let the West side ride tonight hahahah [00:48.00]Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed [00:51.00]Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: [01:45.00][00:54.00]Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac [01:47.00][00:57.00]Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh [01:50.00][00:59.00]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [01:52.00][01:01.00]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:54.00][01:04.00]NIGGA, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac [01:05.00]Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is [01:07.00]I don't even know why I'm on this track [01:09.00]ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level [01:10.00]I'ma let my little homies ride on you [01:11.00]bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: [01:14.00]Get out the way yo, get out the way yo [01:17.00]Biggie Smallz just got dropped [01:19.00]Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back [01:22.00]Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks [01:24.00]little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya [01:27.00]Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya [01:29.00]Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank [01:32.00]Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement [01:35.00]Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga [01:37.00]and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga [01:39.00]With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer [01:42.00]ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour [01:44.00]and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac [01:56.00]Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel [01:57.00]this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin [02:00.00]killed with ya mouths open [02:02.00]tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping [02:03.00]smokin dope it's like a sherm high [02:06.00]Niggaz think they learned to fly [02:07.00]But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die [02:09.00]Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me [02:11.00]All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me [02:14.00]I'm a self made milionare [02:17.00]Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha [02:19.00]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch [02:22.00]and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh [02:24.00]Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style [02:27.00]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled [02:30.00]Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK [02:32.00]I'm still the thug you love to hate [02:34.00]Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: [02:35.00]I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur [02:38.00]No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs [02:40.00]Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease [02:42.00]I bring you fake G's to your knees [02:44.00]Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area [02:45.00]Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? [02:47.00]Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck [02:49.00]is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn [02:52.00]with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block [02:55.00]with 15 shots cock glock to your knot [02:58.00]Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch [03:00.00]And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped [03:02.00]All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: [03:05.00]Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker [03:07.00]I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker [03:10.00]Softer than Alize with a chaser [03:12.00]Bout to get murdered for the paper [03:13.00]Idi Amin approach the scene [03:15.00]Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold [03:18.00]Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke [03:21.00]Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin [03:23.00]in the wide open, guns smokin [03:25.00]no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across [03:28.00]Soon as the funk was poppin off [03:29.00]Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac [03:32.00]Now you tell me who won [03:33.00]I see them, they run [03:35.00]They don't wanna see us [03:38.00]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us [03:40.00]How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job [03:43.00]We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it [03:45.00]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? [03:48.00]You little young ass motherfuckers [03:50.00]Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? [03:52.00]You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around [03:53.00]and have a seizure or a heart-attack [03:55.00]You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up [03:57.00]That's how we do it on our side [03:58.00]Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it [04:01.00]But we ain't singin, we bringin drama [04:03.00]Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama [04:04.00]We gonna kill all you motherfuckers [04:07.00]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie [04:09.00]Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion [04:12.00]Well this how we gonna do this [04:13.00]Fuck Mobb Deep [04:14.00]Fuck Biggie [04:16.00]Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label [04:18.00]and as a motherfuckin crew [04:19.00]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy [04:21.00]Then fuck you too [04:23.00]Chino XL, fuck you too [04:25.00]All you motherfuckers, fuck you too [04:28.00](take money) [04:30.00](take money) [04:30.00]Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker [04:33.00]My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow [04:36.00]You motherfuckers can't be us or see us [04:38.00]We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! [04:41.00]Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers [04:45.00]We do our job [04:46.00]You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob [04:48.00]Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz [04:50.00]All you motherfuckers feel us [04:52.00]Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple [04:55.00](take money) [04:57.00]You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they [04:59.00]motherfuckers back, you know how it is [05:01.00]When we drop records they feel it [05:03.00]You niggaz can't feel it [05:04.00]We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*