Hit Em Up-2Pac

[ar:Artist name here] [ti:Title of the song here] [la:uk] Artist: 2Pac f/ Outlawz Album: How Do U Want It 12" Song: Hit 'Em Up Intro: Tupac [00:00]I ain't got no motherf**kin friends [00:03]That's why I f**ked yo' b**ch, you fat motherf**ker [00:05](take money) West side!! [00:08] Bad Boy killers [00:09](take money) You know the realest is niggaz [00:10](take money) We bring it to you [00:13](take money) Verse One: Tupac [00:13]First off, f**k your b**ch and the click you claim [00:16]West side when we ridee equipped with game [00:18]You claim to be a player but I f**ked your wife [00:21]We bust on Bad Boy niggaz f**ked for life [00:23]Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip [00:26]Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark a** b**ches [00:29]We keep onin' while we runnin for ya jewels [00:31]Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules [00:34]Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya [00:36]Cut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased [00:38]Lil Kim, don't f**k around with real G's [00:42]Quick to snatch yo' ugly a** off tha street, so f**k peace [00:44]I let them niggas know it's on for life [00:46]So let the West side ride tonight hahahah [00:48]Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed [00:51]F**k wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ... Chorus: [01:45][00:54]Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac [01:47][00:57]Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh [01:50][00:59]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [01:52][01:01]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:54][01:04]NI**A, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac [01:05]Check this out, you muthaf**kas know what time it is [01:07]I don't even know why I'm on this track [01:09]Ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level [01:10]I'ma let my little homies ride on you [01:11]B**ch made-a** bad boy b**ches -- deal with it!! Verse Two: [01:14]Get out the way yo, get out the way yo [01:17]Biggie Smallz just got dropped [01:19]Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back [01:22]Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks [01:24]Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya [01:27]Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya [01:29]Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank [01:32]Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement [01:35]Puffy weaker that a f**kin rocka wanna do, ni**a [01:37]And, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, ni**a [01:39]With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer [01:42]Ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour [01:44]And hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac [01:56]Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel [01:57]This aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin [02:00]Killed with ya mouths open [02:02]Tryin toe up offa me, you in the clouds hoping [02:03]Smokin d**e it's like a sherm high [02:06]Niggaz think they learned to fly [02:07]But they burned muthaf**ka, you deserve to die [02:09]Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me [02:11]All you niggaz living bummy, while you f**kin' wit me [02:14]I'm a self made milionare [02:17]Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha [02:19]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch [02:22]And beg the b**ch to let you sleep in the house, ahh [02:24]Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style [02:27]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled [02:30]Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK [02:32]I'm still the thug you love to hate [02:34]Motherf**ker, I hit em up Verse Four: [02:35]I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur [02:38]No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs [02:40]Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease [02:42]I bring you fake G's to your knees [02:44]Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area [02:45]Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? [02:47]Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the f**k [02:49]Is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn [02:52]With my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block [02:55]With 15 shots cock glock to your knot [02:58]Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch [03:00]And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped [03:02]All your fake-a** east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: [03:05]Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker [03:07]I'll tell you to ya face you aint sh*t but a faker [03:10]Softer than Alize with a chaser [03:12]Bout to get murdered for the paper [03:13]Idi Amin approach the scene [03:15]Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold [03:18]Totin smoke, we aint no muthaf**kin joke [03:21]Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin [03:23]In the wide open, guns smokin [03:25]No need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across [03:28]Soon as the funk was poppin off [03:29]Ni**a I hit em up Outro: Tupac [03:32]Now you tell me who won [03:33]I see them, they run [03:35]They don't wanna see us [03:38]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us [03:40]How the f**k they gonna be the mob when we always on our job [03:43]We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it [03:45]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna f**k with us? [03:48]You little young a** motherf**kers [03:50]Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? [03:52]You f**kin with me ni**a you f**k around [03:53]And have a seizure or a heart-attack [03:55]You better back the f**k up, fore you get smacked the f**k up [03:57]That's how we do it on our side [03:58]Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it [04:01]But we ain't singin, we bringin drama [04:03]F**k you and your motherf**kin mama [04:04]We gonna kill all you motherf**kers [04:07]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie [04:09]Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf**kin opinion [04:12]Well this how we gonna do this [04:13]F**k Mobb Deep [04:14]F**k Biggie [04:16]F**k Bad Boy as a staff record label [04:18]And as a motherf**kin crew [04:19]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy [04:21]Then f**k you too [04:23]Chino XL, f**k you too [04:25]All you motherf**kers, f**k you too [04:28](take money) [04:30](take money) [04:30]Alla y'all motherf**kers, f**k you die slow motherf**ker [04:33]My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow [04:36]You motherf**kers can't be us or see us [04:38]We the motherf**kin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! [04:41]Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherf**kers [04:45]We do our job [04:46]You think you mob, ni**a we the motherf**kin mob [04:48]Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz [04:50]All you motherf**kers feel us [04:52]Our sh*t's going triple and four-quadruple [04:55](take money) [04:57]You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they [04:59]Motherf**kers back, you know how it is [05:01]When we drop records they feel it [05:03]You niggaz can't feel it [05:04]We the realest, F**K EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*