I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker take money West side!! Bad Boy killers. First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M. Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace. Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you. Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a 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 your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga And I'm smokin Junior M.
2Pac:Hit 'Em Up Lyrics
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2pac – Hit 'Em Up lyrics
I ain't got no motherfucking friends That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker West Side! Bad Boy killers! You know who this is Take money, take money First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside 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 trying 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 So let the Westside ride the night Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. But your punks didn't finish Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga I hit em up!
2Pac - Hit Em Up Lyrics
Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah 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'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.
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