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lirik lagu 2 pac - hit'em up

[tupac]

i ain’t got no m-th- f-ckin friends
that’s why i f-cked yo b-tch
you fat m-th–f-cka {take money}
west side
bad boy killers {take money}
you know you know who the realist is
n-gg-s we bring it to {take money}
(ha ha, that’s aight) ha ha
(take money)

first off, f-ck your b-tch
and the click you claim
west side when we ride
come equipped with game
you claim to be a playa
but i f-cked your wife
we bust on bad boys
n-gg-s f-ck for life
plus puffy tryin’ to see me weak
hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior mafia
some mark -ss b-tches
we keep on coming
while we running for yah jewels
steady gunning
keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
little ceasar go ask your homie
how i’ll leave yah
cut your young -ss up
see yah in pieces
now be deceased
little kim,
don’t f-ck around with real g’s
quick to sn-tch your ugly -ss, off the streets
so f-ck peace
i let them n-gg-s 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-ck with me
and get yo caps peeled
you know, see

[chorus]

grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
who shot me,
but, you punks didn’t finish
now, you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gg-, i hit ’em up

check this out
you m-th–f-ckas know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
y’all n-gg-s ain’t even on my level
i’m going to let my little homies
ride on yah
b-tch made -ss bad boys b-tches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the f-ck up}

get out the way yo
get out the way yo
biggie smalls just got dropped
little move p-ss the mac
and let me hit ’em in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right
for setting traps
little accident murderer
and i ain’t never heard of yah
pointless gats attack when i’m servin yah
spank the shank
your whole style when i gank
guard your rank
cause i’m a slam your -ss in a pang
puffy weaker than a f-ckin’ block
i’m running through n-gg-
and i’m smoking junior mafia
in front of you n-gg-
with the ready power
tucked in my guess
under my eddie bower
your clout petty sour
i push packages ever hour
i hit ’em up

[chorus]

grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
who shot me,
but, you punks didn’t finish
now, you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gg-, we hit ’em up

peep how we do it
keep it real
it’s penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n-gg-s getting killed
with your mouths open
tryin’ to come up off of me
you and the clouds hoping
smoking dope
it’s like a shermine
n-gg-s think they learned to fly
but they burn m-th–f-cka you deserve to die
talking about you getting money
but it’s funny to me
all you n-gg-s living for me
while you f-cking 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
to beg a b-tch 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
m-th–f-cka i’ll hit ’em up

i’m from n e w jers.
where plenty of murder occurs
no points to come
we bring the drama to all you herds
bout to check the scenerio
little ceas’
i’ll bring you fake g’s to yah knees
copin’ pleas with these diganario
little kim is yah
c-ked up or doped up
get your little junior whopper click smoked up
what the f-ck?
is you stupid?
i take party
crash and mash through brooklyn
with my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
with fifteen shot,
c-cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped get mopped and dropped
on all your fake -ss east coast props
brainstormed and locked

you’se a beat fighter
a pac style taker
i’ll tell you to your face, you ain’t sh-t but a faker
so fill the alize with a chaser
’bout to get murdered for the paper
e.d.i i mean the post the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceas’ in a choke (uhh)
toting smoke, we ain’t no m-th–f-ckin’ joke
thug life, n-gg-s 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-gg-, i hit ’em up

now you tell me who
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-ck they gonna be the mob?
when we always on our job
we millionaire’s
killing ain’t fair
but somebody got to do it

oh yea mobb deep (huh)
you wanna f-ck with us
you little young -ss m-th–f-ckas
don’t one of you n-gg-s got single-cell or something
you f-ckin with me, n-gg-?
you f-ck around have a seizure or heart-attack
you better back the f-ck up
before you get smacked the f-ck up
this is how we do it on our side
any of you n-gg-s from new york that want to bring it,
bring it.
but we ain’t singing,
we bringing drama
f-ck you and your mother f-cking mama.
we gonna kill all you mother f-ckers.
now when i came out, i told you it was just about biggie.
but everybody had to open they mouth with the mother f-ckin opinion
well this is how we gon’ do this:
f-ck mobb deep,
f-ck biggie,
f-ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f-ckin crew.
and if you want to be down with bad boy,
then f-ck you too.
chino xl, f-ck you too.
all you mother f-ckers,
f-ck you too.
(take money, take money)
all of y’all mother f-ckers,
f-ck you, die slow mother f-cker.
my fo’ fo’ (.44 magnum) make sure all yo’ kids don’t grow.
you mother f-ckers can’t be us or see us.
we mother f-ckin’ thug life riders.
west side till’ we die.
out here in california, n-gg-
we warn ya’
we’ll bomb on you mother f-ckers.
we do our job.
you think you the mob, n-gg-, we the mother f-ckin’ mob
ain’t nuttin’ but killers
and real n-gg-s, all you mother f-ckers feel us.
our sh-t goes triple and four quadruple
you n-gg-s laugh cuz our staff got guns in they mother f-ckin’ belts
you know how it is wen we drop records they felt
you n-gg-s can’t feel it
we the realist
f-ck ’em.
we bad boy killas. ( we killas, we killas, ) (fades)

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