Hit 'em Up

2Pac feat. The Outlawz


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Dennis Lambert, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Johnny Lee Jackson, Malcolm Greenidge, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Duane S. Hitchings
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I ain't got no **********in friends
(take money) West side!!
(take money) You know who the realest is *****z
(take money)
First off, **** your ***** and the click you claim
You claim to be a player but I ****ed your wife
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real G's
I let them *****z know it's on for life
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

I don't even know why I'm on this track
I'ma let my little homies ride on you

Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your *** in the paint
And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you *****
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
*****, I hit em' up...
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
with ya mouths open
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high *****z think they learned to fly
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
I'm a self made millionare
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
************, I hit 'em up
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with 15 shots **** glock to your knot
And your box top spots get mopped and dropped

I'll tell you to ya face you ain't **** but a faker
Bout to get murdered for the paper
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We approchin, in the wide open, guns smokin
As soon as the funk was poppin off, ***** I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won? I see them, they run
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
You little young-*** ************s
You ****in with me ***** you **** around
You better back the **** up, 'fore you get smacked the **** up
Any of you *****z from New York that wanna bring it bring it
**** you and your **********in mama
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Well this how we gon' do this
and as a **********in crew
Chino XL, **** you too

(take money)
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
We the **********in Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
We'll BOMB on you ************s, we do OUR job
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real *****z
Our ****'s goin triple and four-quadruple

You know how it is when we drop records they felt
**** 'EM, we Bad Boy killin


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