2pac - Hit 'em up [nu-mixx]

I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
So I fucked your bitch fat boy (take money)
Yeah I'ma do this track! West Side! (take money) M.O.B.! Bad Boy Killah! Hahahaha! Fat Boy

Verse 1: 2pac
First off, fetch your chick
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Brothers touch for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass tricks
We keep on coming
While we gunning for yo' jewels
Steady rushing
While we busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your trick ass up
Lieve you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't conversate with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
In a new weave
I'll let them suckas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and killed
Mess with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, huh...

Chorus: 2pac
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac huh...
Who shot me but you punks didn't finish now you 'bout to feel the wrath of the menace
Sucka I hit 'em up

Interlude: 2pac
Yeah straight out on the Bad Boy game
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York.. Keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas.. Die slow.. Haha..

Verse 2: Hussein Fatal
Get out the way yo
Hussein Fatal
You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Lil' Moo pass the mac
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to got spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murdurer
And I ain't never heard o' ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam that ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front o' you
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour to hit 'em up

Chorus: 2pac
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac huh...
Who shot me but you punks didn't finish now you 'bout to feel the wrath of the menace
Busta I hit 'em up

Verse 3: 2pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckas gettin' killed
With ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high suckas think they learned to fly
But they burn suckas, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you suckas livin bummy why you messin' with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug Livin' out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
So beg a trick to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Lil' busta, I hit 'em up

Verse 4: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring my enemies to their knees, coppin' please you Degenario
Big Momma, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up,
Please tell me IS YOU STUPID!
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' ya block
With 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And your box top spots get mopped and dropped
And all your fake-ass East coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse 5: E.D.I. Amin
Youse a, beat biter, a 'Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't nuthin' but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Edi Amin approach the scene of the caper, Like a loc
With Prodigy in a choke, huh totin smoke
Outlawz, we ain't no joke
Thug Life cowards better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk was poppin off, haha I hit 'em up

Outro: 2pac
Empty clips
Settrip, you know what time it is
West Side, Outlaw, Thug Life 'till we die
California Love, California Thug
You know what time it is
Bad Boy killa, hahaha..
Mobb Deep killa..
Chino XL killa..
Much love ??? , Freddy Fox pregutive, Phat Bass, Order by Nature and all the real thugs out there
Keep it comin'
You know what time it is
All my real homeboys in Jersey
Get up
Outlaw, Thug Life, 'till we DIE!!
West side

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