2Pac, Outlawz - Hit 'Em Up lyrics
[2Pac, Outlawz - Hit 'Em Up lyrics]
Sucka-ass
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucka!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money
You know) You know who the realest is
(Take money) Niggas, we bring it too
That's a'ight, haha (Take money) Haha
First off
Fuck yo' 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 fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we
Runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin'
At them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar
Go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets
So fuck peace!
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
(Ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up! (yeah)
Check this out (Take money)
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
(Take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride
On you bitch made ass (Take money)
Bad Boy bitches, feel it! (Take money)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped little Mu'
Pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked
Right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous 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 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 every hour
I hit 'em up!
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up!
Peep how we do it
Keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me
You in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker
You deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy while
You fuckin' with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the air (Haha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let
You sleep on the couch
And beg a 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 AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
I'm from N-E W Jers' where
Plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas
We bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Little Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
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 lootin'
Shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and
Get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast
Props brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face
You ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
EDI mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as
The funk is boppin' off nigga, I hit 'em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us (Take money)
Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressin'
Up tryna be us (Take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job? (Take money)
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
(Take money) oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh
You wanna fuck with us? (Take money)
You little young-ass motherfuckers
(Take money) don't one of you niggas
Got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money)
You're fuckin' with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a
Seizure or a heart attack (Take money)
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 wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told
You it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do
This: Fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label
And as a motherfuckin' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you
Die slow! Motherfucker, my 44 make sho' all
Y'all kids don't grow!
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas
Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga
We the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckas belts
You know how it is: when we drop records
They felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucka!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money
You know) You know who the realest is
(Take money) Niggas, we bring it too
That's a'ight, haha (Take money) Haha
First off
Fuck yo' 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 fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we
Runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin'
At them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar
Go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets
So fuck peace!
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
(Ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled
You know
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up! (yeah)
Check this out (Take money)
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
(Take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride
On you bitch made ass (Take money)
Bad Boy bitches, feel it! (Take money)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped little Mu'
Pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked
Right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous 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 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 every hour
I hit 'em up!
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up!
Peep how we do it
Keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me
You in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker
You deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy while
You fuckin' with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the air (Haha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let
You sleep on the couch
And beg a 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 AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
I'm from N-E W Jers' where
Plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas
We bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Little Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
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 lootin'
Shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and
Get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast
Props brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face
You ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
EDI mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as
The funk is boppin' off nigga, I hit 'em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us (Take money)
Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressin'
Up tryna be us (Take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job? (Take money)
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
(Take money) oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh
You wanna fuck with us? (Take money)
You little young-ass motherfuckers
(Take money) don't one of you niggas
Got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money)
You're fuckin' with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a
Seizure or a heart attack (Take money)
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 wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told
You it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do
This: Fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label
And as a motherfuckin' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you
Die slow! Motherfucker, my 44 make sho' all
Y'all kids don't grow!
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas
Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers!
We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga
We the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckas belts
You know how it is: when we drop records
They felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!