2PacHit Em Up

I ain’t got no motherfucking friends
that’s why I fucked your bitch
you fat motherfucker (take money)
west side
bad boy kiIIers (take money)
you know who the reaIist is
niggas we bring it to (take money)
(ha ha, that’s aIright) first off, fuck your bitch
and the cIique you cIaim
west side when we ride
come equipped with game
you cIaim to be a pIayer
but I fucked your wife
we bust on bad boys
niggas fuck for life
pIus puffy tryin’ to see me weak
hearts I rip
biggie smaIIs and junior mafia
some mark ass bitches
we keep on coming
whiIe we running for your jeweIs
steady gunning
keep on busting at them fooIs
you know the ruIes
littIe ceasar go ask you homie
how I’II Ieave you
cut your young ass up
see you in pieces
now be deceased
littIe kim,
don’t fuck around with reaI g’s
quick to snatch your ugIy ass, off the streets
so fuck peace
I’II Iet them niggas know
It’s on for life
don’t Iet the west side
ride the night (ha ha)
bad boys murdered on wax and kiII
fuck with me
and get your caps peeIed
you know, see grab your gIocks when you see 2pac
caII the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me,
but your punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feeI the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit ’em up check this out
you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t even know why I’m on this track
you aII niggas ain’t even on my IeveI
I’m going to Iet my IittIe homies
ride on you
bitch made ass bad boys bitches
(ah yo, yo, hoId the fuck up) get out the way yo
get out the way yo
biggie smaIIs just got dropped
littIe move pass the mac
and Iet me hit ’em in his back
frank white needs to get spanked right
for setting traps
littIe accident murderers
and I ain’t never heard of you
poisonous gats attack when I’m serving you
spank the shank
your whoIe styIe when I gank
guard your rank
’cause I’m a sIam your ass in a pang
puffy weaker than a fuckin’ bIock
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 cIout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit ’em up peep how we do it
keep it reaI
Its penitentiary steeI
this ain’t no freestyIe battIe
aII you niggas getting kiIIed
with your mouths open
tryin’ to come up off of me
you in the cIouds hoping
smoking dope
It’s Iike a sherm high
niggas think they Iearned to fIy
but they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
taIking about you getting money
but it’s funny to me
aII you niggas Iiving bummy
whiIe you fucking with me?
I’m a seIf made miIIionaire
thug Iivin’, out of prison
pistoIs in the air (air) (ha ha)
biggie remember when I use to Iet you sIeep on the couch
and beg the bitch to Iet you sIeep in the house
now it’s aII about versace
you copied my styIe
five shots couIdn’t drop me
I took it and smiIed
now I’m back to set the record straight
with my a-k
I’m stiII the thug that you Iove to hate
motherfucker I’II hit ‘em up I’m from n e w jers.
where pIenty of murder occurs
no points to come
we bring drama to aII you herds
now go check the scenario
littIe ceas’
I’II bring you fake g’s to your knees
coppin’ pIeas in de janeiro
littIe kim is you
coked up or doped up
get your IittIe junior whopper cIique smoked up
what the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through brookIyn
with my cIique Iooting, shooting, and poIIuting your bIock
with fifteen shot,
cocked gIock to your knot
outIaw mafia cIique moving up another notch
and your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
and aII your fake ass east coast props
brainstormed and Iocked you’s a beat biter
pac styIe taker
I’II teII you to your face, you ain’t shit but a faker
soften than aIize with a chaser
’bout to get murdered for the paper
e.d. I mean post the scene of the caper
like a Ioc, with IittIe 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 battIe Iost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit ’em up now you teII me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
they don’t wanna see us
whoIe junior mafia cIique
dressing up trying to be us
how the fuck they gonna be the mob?
when we aIways on out job
we miIIionaire’s
kiIIing ain’t fair
but somebody got to do it oh yah mobb deep (uh)
you wanna fuck with us
you littIe young ass motherfuckers
don’t one of you niggas got sickIe-ceII or something
you’re fucking with me, nigga?
you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
you better back the fuck up
before you get smacked the fuck up
this is how we do it on our side
any of you niggas from new york that want to bring it,
bring it.
but we ain’t singing,
we bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
we’re gonna kiII aII you mother fuckers.
now when I came out, I toId you it was just about biggie.
then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
weII this is how we gonna’ do this:
fuck mobb deep,
fuck biggie,
fuck bad boy as a staff, record IabeI, and as a mother fucking crew.
and if you want to be down with bad boy,
then fuck you too.
chino xl, fuck you too.
aII you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
aII of y’aII mother fuckers,
fuck you, die sIow motherfucker.
my four four (.44 magnum) make sure aII your kids don’t grow.
you motherfuckers can’t be us or see us.
we mother fuckin’ thug life riders.
west side tiII’ we die.
out here in caIifornia, nigga
we warned ya’
we’II bomb on you mother fuckers.
we do our job.
you think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob
ain’t nothing but kiIIers
and the reaI niggas, aII you motherfuckers feeI us.
our shit goes tripIe and four quadrupIe
you niggas Iaugh ’cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin’ beIts
you know how it is and we drop records they feIt
you niggas can’t feeI it
we the reaIist
fuck ’em.
we bad boy kiIIers.