Some mark ass bitches Who shot me, Hearts I rip {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Now it's all about Versace We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga We gon' kill all you motherfuckers All you motherfuckers feel us Lyrics to 'Hit Em Up' by 2Pac: I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!! Thug Life, niggas better be known Your clout petty sour And all your fake ass east coast props I'll let them niggas know We do our job. Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back Don't fuck around with real G's You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob No need for hoping But your punks didn't finish Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke All of y'all mother fuckers, You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart-attack I don't even know why I'm on this track You little young-ass motherfuckers, Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? fuck you too. But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die Our shit's goin triple and four-quadruple Now I'm back to set the record straight You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob You motherfuckers can't be us or see us I ain't got no motherfucking friends You wanna fuck with us That's why I fucked your bitch Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Make sure your selection I see them, they run Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie, Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion You niggaz can't feel it, we the realest With the ready power So fuck peace West Side I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open Chino XL, fuck you too Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it We bust on Bad Boys and his crew. crash and mash through Brooklyn But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die Hit ’Em Up Lyrics. In front of you nigga bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!! nigga, I hit 'em up. Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker Now you tell me who won Frank White needs to get spanked right Is you stupid? [Tupac] I push packages ever hour This ain't no freestyle battle Well this how we gon' do this Keep it real We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it 5 Deadly Venomz"(feat. Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Ride on you Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac (take money), You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers belts Out here in California nigga we warn ya First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim fuck you, die slow motherfucker. Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace. fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew. Hehehehe, they don't wanna see us Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? You know how it is when we drop records they felt Tucked in my Guess We approchin, in the wide open, guns smokin Coppin' please with these scenario Your whole style when I gank When we always on out job Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia No points in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs You motherfuckers know what time it is. You all niggas ain't even on my level But it's funny to me No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed Westside when we ride come equipped with game Keep on busting at them fools And let me hit 'em in his back You're fat motherfucker {Take Money} fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up And I'm smoking Junior Mafia No points to come I hit 'em up [Chorus] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Sherm high niggas think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? It's like a Sherm high Whole Junior Mafia click bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches (ha ha, that's alright) (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas. With your mouths open (take money) Killing ain't fair You fat mutha-f*cka {Take Money} West Side. fuck 'em. I'm running through nigga I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, we hit 'em up! Then fuck you too. I took it and smiled And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up Bad Boy killers NIGGA, I hit em' up... Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel, this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed I'm still the thug that you love to hate You know the rules You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease Little Ceasar go ask you homie [Intro: 2Pac] Sucka-ass. I'm going to let my little homies. Well this is how we gonna' do this: I don't know why I'm even on this track. This is how we do it on our side You all niggas ain't even on my level. I see them, they run (ha ha) Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up, Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac You claim to be a player Come equipped with game Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled West side when we ride Cocked glock to your knot Thats why I f*cked your bitch. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us. fuck with me I'm a self made Millionaire Now be deceased (take money). I take money, Little move pass the mac The original version has never been released. Motherfucker, I hit 'em up, I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs 2Pac had to write whole another version for release. Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch You niggas can't feel it Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz [Chorus:] with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). nigga, I hit 'em up Softer than Alize with a chaser, Bout to get murdered for the paper 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS. Hit 'Em Up Lyrics. For setting up traps In the wide open, gun smoking You're a beat biter I'm going to let my little homies An annotation cannot contain another annotation. (take money) West side!! Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh) 2Pac and the Outlawz threaten to kill. All you mother fuckers, I'm from N E W Jers. We keep on coming E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper fuck Biggie, Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank [Chorus] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something This information reached Notorious B.I.G. You Little young ass motherfuckers Guard your rank click dressin up tryin to be us Get out the way yo Live Squad, Treach, Apache, Ain't Hard 2 Find"(feat. 'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
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