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Tupac Hit em up

  1. I ain't got no motherfucking friends
  2. That's why I fucked your bitch
  3. You fat motherfucker (Take Money)
  4. West Side
  5. Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
  6. You know who the realist is
  7. niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
  8. (ha ha, that's alright)
  9.  
  10. First off, fuck your bitch
  11. And the clique you claim
  12. West side when we ride
  13. Come equipped with game
  14. You claim to be a player
  15. But I fucked your wife
  16. We bust on Bad Boys
  17. niggas fuck for Life
  18. Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
  19. Hearts I rip
  20. Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
  21. Some mark ass bitches
  22. We keep on coming
  23. While we running for your jewels
  24. Steady gunning
  25. Keep on busting at them fools
  26. You know the rules
  27. Little Ceasar go ask you homie
  28. How I'll leave you
  29. Cut your young ass up
  30. See you in pieces
  31. Now be deceased
  32. Little Kim,
  33. Don't fuck around with real G's
  34. Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
  35. So fuck peace
  36. I'll let them niggas know
  37. It's on for Life
  38. Don't let the west side
  39. Ride the night (ha ha)
  40. Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
  41. fuck with me
  42. And get your caps peeled
  43. You know, see
  44.  
  45. [Chorus:]
  46. Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
  47. Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
  48. Who shot me,
  49. But your punks didn't finish
  50. Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  51. nigga, I hit 'em up
  52.  
  53. Check this out
  54. You motherfuckers know what time it is
  55. I don't even know why I'm on this track
  56. You all niggas ain't even on my level
  57. I'm going to let my little homies
  58. Ride on you
  59. bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
  60. (ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up)
  61.  
  62. Get out the way yo
  63. Get out the way yo
  64. Biggie Smalls just got dropped
  65. Little move pass the mac
  66. And let me hit 'em in his back
  67. Frank White needs to get spanked right
  68. For setting traps
  69. Little accident murderers
  70. And I ain't never heard of you
  71. Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving you
  72. Spank the shank
  73. Your whole style when I gank
  74. Guard your rank
  75. 'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
  76. Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
  77. I'm running through nigga
  78. And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
  79. In front of you nigga
  80. With the ready power
  81. Tucked in my Guess
  82. Under my Eddie Bauer
  83. Your clout petty sour
  84. I push packages ever hour
  85. I hit 'em up
  86.  
  87. [Chorus]
  88.  
  89. Peep how we do it
  90. Keep it real
  91. Its penitentiary steel
  92. This ain't no freestyle battle
  93. All you niggas getting killed
  94. With your mouths open
  95. Tryin' to come up off of me
  96. You in the clouds hoping
  97. Smoking dope
  98. It's like a Sherm high
  99. niggas think they learned to fly
  100. But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
  101. Talking about you Getting Money
  102. But it's funny to me
  103. All you niggas living bummy
  104. While you fucking with me?
  105. I'm a self made Millionaire
  106. Thug livin', out of prison
  107. Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
  108. Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
  109. And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
  110. Now it's all about Versace
  111. You copied my style
  112. Five shots couldn't drop me
  113. I took it and smiled
  114. Now I'm back to set the record straight
  115. With my A K
  116. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
  117. Motherfucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
  118.  
  119. I'm from N E W Jers.
  120. Where plenty of murder occurs
  121. No points to come
  122. We bring drama to all you herds
  123. Now go check the scenario
  124. Little Ceas'
  125. I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
  126. Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
  127. Little Kim is you
  128. Coked up or doped up
  129. Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
  130. What the fuck?
  131. Is you stupid?
  132. I take money,
  133. crash and mash through Brooklyn
  134. With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
  135. With fifteen shot,
  136. Cocked glock to your knot
  137. Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
  138. And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
  139. And all your fake ass east coast props
  140. Brainstormed and locked
  141.  
  142. You's a beat biter
  143. Pac style taker
  144. I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
  145. Soften than Alize with a chaser
  146. 'bout to get murdered for the paper
  147. E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper
  148. Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
  149. Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
  150. Thug Life, niggas better be known
  151. Be approaching
  152. In the wide open, gun smoking
  153. No need for hoping
  154. It's a battle lost
  155. I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
  156. nigga, I hit 'em up
  157.  
  158. Now you tell me who won
  159. I see them, they run (ha ha)
  160. They don't wanna see us
  161. Whole Junior Mafia clique
  162. Dressing up trying to be us
  163. How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
  164. When we always on out job
  165. We millionaire's
  166. Killing ain't fair
  167. But somebody got to do it
  168.  
  169. Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
  170. You wanna fuck with us
  171. You Little young ass motherfuckers
  172. Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something
  173. You're fucking with me, nigga?
  174. You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack
  175. You better back the fuck up
  176. Before you get smacked the fuck up
  177. This is how we do it on our side
  178. Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
  179. Bring it.
  180. But we ain't singing,
  181. We bringing drama
  182. fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
  183. We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
  184. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
  185. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
  186. Well this is how we gonna' do this:
  187. fuck Mobb Deep,
  188. fuck Biggie,
  189. fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
  190. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
  191. Then fuck you too.
  192. Chino XL, fuck you too.
  193. All you mother fuckers,
  194. fuck you too.
  195. (take money, take money)
  196. All of y'all mother fuckers,
  197. fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
  198. My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
  199. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
  200. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
  201. West Side till' we die.
  202. Out here in California, nigga
  203. We warned ya'
  204. We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
  205. We do our job.
  206. You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
  207. Ain't nothing but killers
  208. And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
  209. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
  210. You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
  211. You know how it is and we drop records they felt
  212. You niggas can't feel it
  213. We the realist
  214. fuck 'em.
  215. We Bad Boy killers.
  216.  

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