Frankie Snake, E.D.I. Mean, 2Pac - History Freestyle lyrics

I ain't got no motherfuckin’ friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too (Take money)

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
Is 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 G’s
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!

Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride
On you bitch made ass Bad Boy bitches
Feel it!

Torno dopo tempo non sono mai stato fermo
Da lontano vi ho osservato
E mi sono schifato sai, per chiuderne una
Non ci vuole tanto parli di me e della Luna
Con quel cervello da gatto non parlo di te
Perché ti darei importanza ma tu parli di me
E ci vuoi perder la faccia
La violenza non fa per me
Io risolvo a parole
Oppure faccio un pezzo come que-
Sto e perdi le parole giuste per insultarmi
Ti rido in faccia io c'ho il porto d'armi
Sogni sta vitaccia
History è l'album che mi lancerà
Vado contro ogni difficoltà

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 (ha ha)
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!

Ti spacco con schiaffi metrici
Suicidio tipo tredici
Vuoi calmarti, fra, usa gli anestetici
Con me non ci parli
Hai paura della mia reazione
Ma da come stai con gli altri
Sembra che fai il gradassone
Quando ci incontriamo piangi e mi asciughi
Io non ci vado piano
Buchi come in call of duty
Dici che non sono bravo nel rap
Ma guarda come spacco sul beat con 2pac
Tu ti sogni anche di chiudere una rima
Come sognava di lasciarti la tua tipa
Parli e dici che hai fatto cose inesistenti
Questo è l'atteggiamento tipico dei perdenti

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
They don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior MAFIA clique
Dressing up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job? (Take money)
We millionaires
Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it
(take money) oh yeah, Mobb Deep
(take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little young-ass motherfuckers
(take money) don't one of you niggas
Got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me
Nigga you fuck around and catch 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 want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking crew
And if you want to 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 mother fuckers
Fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My 44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders
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 nothing but killers 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 motherfuckin' 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-killers