2Pac, Outlawz - Hit `Em Up

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
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 ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass,
off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night ha ha
Bad Boys murdered
on Wax and kill fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less 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 ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
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
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker
you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking 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 bitch
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
Mother-fucker 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' please with these scenario
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper
click smoked up
What the fuck
Is you stupid
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting,
and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up
another notch
And your Pop stars popped and
get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass
east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't
nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post
the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke uh
Toting smoke,
we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas 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
nigga, I hit 'em up
We hit 'em up

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2pac - Hit 'Em Up (feat The Outlawz)

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