lirik lagu co cainz – hit ’em up
[co cainz]
i ain’t got no motherf-cking friends
that’s why i f-cked your b-tch
you fat motherf-cker (take money)
west side
bad boy k!llers (take money)
you know who the realist is
n-ggas we bring it to (take money)
(ha ha, that’s alright)
first off, f-ck your b-tch
and the clique you claim
west side when we ride
come equipped with game
you claim to be a player
but i f-cked your wife
we bust on bad boys
n-ggas 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 your jewels
steady gunning
keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
little ceasar go ask you homie
how i’ll leave you
cut your young -ss up
see you 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’ll let them n-ggas know
it’s on for life
don’t let the west side
ride the night (ha ha)
bad boys murdered on wax and k!ll
f-ck with me
and get your caps peeled
you know, see
[chorus:]
grab your glocks when you see lil zaaaach
call the cops when you see lil zaaaach, uh
who shot me
but your punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gga, i hit ’em up
check this out
you motherf-ckers know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
you all n-ggas ain’t even on my level
i’m going to let my little homies
ride on you
b-tch made -ss bad boys b-tches
(ah 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 murderers
and i ain’t never heard of you
poisonous gats attack when i’m serving you
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-gga
and i’m smoking junior mafia
in front of you n-gga
with the ready power
tucked in my guess
under my eddie bauer
your clout petty sour
i push packages ever hour
i hit ’em up
[chorus]
peep how we do it
keep it real
its penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n-ggas getting k!lled
with your mouths open
tryin’ to come up off of me
you in the clouds hoping
smoking dope
it’s like a sherm high
n-ggas think they learned to fly
but they burn motherf-cker you deserve to die
talking about you getting money
but it’s funny to me
all you n-ggas living bummy
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
and beg the 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
motherf-cker i’ll hit ’em up
i’m from n e w jers
where plenty of murder occurs
no points to come
we bring drama to all you herds
now go check the scenario
little ceas’
i’ll bring you fake g’s to your knees
coppin’ pleas in de janeiro
little kim is you
c0ked up or doped up
get your little junior whopper clique smoked up
what the f-ck?
is you stupid?
i take money
crash and mash through brooklyn
with my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
with fifteen shot
c-cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
and all your fake -ss east coast props
brainstormed and locked
you’s a beat biter
pac style taker
i’ll tell you to your face, you ain’t sh-t but a faker
soften than alize with a chaser
’bout to get murdered for the paper
e.d. i mean post the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceas’ in a choke (uh)
toting smoke, we ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
thug life, n-ggas 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-gga, i hit ’em up
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run (ha ha)
they don’t wanna see us
whole junior mafia clique
dressing up trying to be us
how the f-ck they gonna be the mob?
when we always on out job
we millionaire’s
k!lling ain’t fair
but somebody got to do it
oh yah mobb deep (uh)
you wanna f-ck with us
you little young -ss motherf-ckers
don’t one of you n-ggas got sickle-cell or something
you’re f-cking with me, n-gga?
you f-ck around and catch a seizure or a 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-ggas 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’re gonna k!ll all you mother f-ckers
now when i came out, i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f-cking opinion
well this is how we gonna’ do this:
f-ck mobb deep
f-ck biggie
f-ck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f-cking 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 motherf-cker
my four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don’t grow
you motherf-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-gga
we warned ya’
we’ll bomb on you mother f-ckers
we do our job
you think you the mob, n-gga, we the motherf-ckin’ mob
ain’t nothing but k!llers
and the real n-ggas, all you motherf-ckers feel us
our sh-t goes triple and four quadruple
you n-ggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under they motherf-ckin’ belts
you know how it is and we drop records they felt
you n-ggas can’t feel it
we the realist
f-ck ’em
we bad boy k!llers
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