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[ar:Outlawz、2Pac]
[ti:Hit Em Up (Explicit)]
[by:JeorRany]
[al:Death Row Greatest Hits (Explicit)]
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[00:00.00]Outlawz、2Pac–Hit Em Up(Explicit)
[00:00.85]Written by:Outlawz、2Pac
[00:01.87]That's why I f**ked you b**ch
[00:03.27]You fat motherf**ker
[00:04.28]Take money
[00:05.18]West Side
[00:06.00]Bad Boy killas
[00:07.27]You know who the realest is
[00:08.92]Niggas we bring it too
[00:11.44]Take money
[00:12.26]Ha-ha
[00:12.55]First off f**k your b**ch and the clique you claim
[00:15.51]Westside when we ride come equipped with game
[00:17.97]You claim to be a player but f**ked your wife
[00:20.48]We bust on Bad Boys niggas f**ked for life
[00:22.83]Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
[00:25.25]Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[00:26.65]Is some mark-ass b**ches
[00:28.18]We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
[00:30.86]Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools
[00:32.47]You know the rules
[00:33.34]Lil Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
[00:35.88]Cut your young-ass up
[00:36.62]Leave you in pieces
[00:37.37]Now be deceased
[00:38.29]Lil Kim don't f**k around with real G's
[00:40.71]Quick to snatch you ugly ass off the streets
[00:42.70]So f**k peace
[00:43.56]I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
[00:45.55]Don't let the Westside ride tonight
[00:47.37]Ha-ha
[00:48.24]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[00:50.60]F**k with me and get you caps peeled
[00:52.74]You know
[00:53.28]See grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[00:56.05]Call the cops when you see 2Pac
[00:58.62]Who shot me
[00:59.44]But you punks didn't finish
[01:00.25]Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga
[01:02.82]I hit'em up
[01:03.34]Check this out
[01:04.19]You motherf**kers know what time it is
[01:06.39]I don't even know why I'm on this track
[01:07.45]Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
[01:08.37]I'm a let my lil' homies
[01:10.40]Ride on you b**ch-made ass Bad Boy b**ches
[01:12.71]Feel it
[01:13.39]Get out the way get out the way
[01:15.88]Biggie Smalls just got dropped
[01:17.33]Little Mu' pass the MAC
[01:19.57]And let me hit him in his back
[01:21.00]Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps
[01:23.63]Little accident murderer
[01:24.62]And I ain't never heard of ya
[01:26.32]Poisonous gats attack when
[01:27.15]I'm serving ya
[01:28.69]Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:31.03]Guard your rank 'cause
[01:32.21]I'm a slam your ass in the paint
[01:33.77]Puffy weaker than the f**king block I'm running through nigga
[01:35.77]And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[01:37.51]In front of you nigga
[01:38.77]With the ready power tucked in my Guess
[01:39.93]Under my Eddie Bauer
[01:41.13]Your clout petty-sour I push packages every hour
[01:42.78]I hit 'em up
[01:44.04]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[01:46.53]Call the cops when you see 2Pac
[01:48.83]Who shot me
[01:49.93]But you punks didn't finish
[01:50.76]Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:53.30]Nigga we hit 'em up
[01:54.64]Peep how we do it
[01:55.86]Keep it real as penitentiary steel
[01:56.86]This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:58.05]All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open
[02:00.45]Tryna come up off of me
[02:01.83]You in the clouds hoping
[02:02.67]Smoking dope it's like a sherm high
[02:04.61]Niggas think they learned to fly
[02:06.34]But they burn motherf**ker
[02:07.30]You deserve to die
[02:08.93]Talking about you getting money but it's funny to me
[02:11.00]All you niggas living bummy while you f**king with me
[02:13.28]I'm a self-made millionaire
[02:14.60]Thug living
[02:15.85]Out of prison pistols in the air
[02:18.97]Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:20.74]And beg a ***** to let you sleep in the house
[02:23.96]Now it's all about Versace
[02:24.68]You copied my style
[02:26.41]Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled
[02:29.03]Now I'm back to set the record straight
[02:30.09]With my AK
[02:31.22]I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[02:33.26]Motherf**ker I hit 'em up
[02:34.46]I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
[02:35.94]No points or commas
[02:37.08]We bring the drama to all you herbs
[02:38.28]Now go check the scenario Lil Cease
[02:40.57]I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
[02:42.48]Copping pleas in de Janeiro
[02:44.27]Little Kim is you coked up or doped up
[02:46.62]Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
[02:48.34]What the f**k
[02:49.15]Is you stupid
[02:50.16]I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn
[02:51.85]With my clique looting
[02:53.11]Shooting and polluting your block
[02:54.55]With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
[02:56.77]Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
[02:58.63]And your pop stars popped
[03:00.19]And get mopped and dropped
[03:01.50]All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
[03:04.09]You's a beat biter a Pac style taker
[03:06.72]I'll tell you to your face you ain't sh*t
[03:08.82]But a faker
[03:09.56]Softer than Alizé with a chaser
[03:11.46]About to get murdered for the paper
[03:13.07]E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
[03:15.21]Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:17.69]Gun toting smoke we ain't no mother****ing joke
[03:20.05]Thug Life niggas better be knowing
[03:22.00]We approaching in the wide open gun smoking
[03:23.81]No need for hoping it's a battle lost
[03:26.20]I got 'em crossed as soon as the f**k is bopping off
[03:29.04]Nigga I hit'em up
[03:31.22]Now you tell me who won
[03:32.73]I see them they run
[03:35.12]They don't wanna see us
[03:36.05]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us
[03:39.28]How the f**k they gonna be the mob
[03:40.53]when we always on our job
[03:42.11]We millionaires
[03:42.31]Killing ain't fair
[03:43.39]But somebody gotta do it
[03:44.65]Oh yeah Mobb Deep
[03:46.36]You wanna f**k with us
[03:47.54]You little young ass motherf**kers
[03:49.26]Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
[03:50.50]You're f**king with me nigga
[03:52.09]You f**k around and have a seizure or a heart attack
[03:54.18]You better back the f**k up 'fore you
[03:55.46]Get smacked the f**k up
[03:56.38]This is how we do it on our side
[03:58.24]Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it
[04:00.01]Bring it
[04:00.79]But we ain't singing we bringing drama
[04:02.41]F**k you and yo' motherf**king mama
[04:03.90]We gon' kill all you motherf**kers
[04:05.99]Now when I came out
[04:07.01]I told you it was just about Biggie
[04:08.22]Then everybody had to open
[04:09.70]Their mouth with a motherf**king opinion
[04:10.51]Well this is how we gonna do this
[04:12.45]F**k Mobb Deep F**k Biggie
[04:15.34]F**k Bad Boy as a staff record label
[04:17.21]And as a motherf**king crew
[04:18.98]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then f**k you too
[04:21.95]Chino XL f**k you too
[04:24.24]All you motherf**kers f**k you too
[04:26.51]Take money take money
[04:29.41]All of you all motherf**kers f**k you
[04:31.43]Die slow motherf**ker
[04:31.93]My 44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow
[04:34.39]You motherf**kers can't be us or see us
[04:36.85]We motherf**king Thug Life ridas
[04:38.88]Westside 'til we die
[04:40.74]Out here in California nigga we warned
[04:42.19]We'll bomb on you motherf**kers
[04:43.62]We do our job
[04:45.43]You think you mob Nigga
[04:46.64]We the motherf**king mob
[04:47.84]Ain't nothing but killas and the real niggas
[04:49.91]all you motherf**kers feel us
[04:50.46]Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple
[04:55.28]You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns
[04:57.52]In they mother****ers belts
[04:59.60]You know how it is
[05:00.79]When we drop records they felt
[05:02.05]You niggas can't feel it we the realest
[05:04.02]F**k 'em
[05:04.64]We Bad Boy killas

文本歌词


Outlawz、2Pac–Hit Em Up(Explicit)
Written by:Outlawz、2Pac
That's why I f**ked you b**ch
You fat motherf**ker
Take money
West Side
Bad Boy killas
You know who the realest is
Niggas we bring it too
Take money
Ha-ha
First off f**k your b**ch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but f**ked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys niggas f**ked for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Is some mark-ass b**ches
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting 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 f**k around with real G's
Quick to snatch you ugly ass off the streets
So f**k peace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Ha-ha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
F**k with me and get you caps peeled
You know
See grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me
But you punks didn't finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga
I hit'em up
Check this out
You motherf**kers 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'm a let my lil' homies
Ride on you b**ch-made ass Bad Boy b**ches
Feel it
Get out the way get out the way
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 setting traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when
I'm serving ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause
I'm a slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the f**king block I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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
Who shot me
But you punks didn't finish
Now you about 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 getting killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me
You in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**ker
You deserve to die
Talking about you getting money but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy while you f**king with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug living
Out of prison pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a ***** 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
Motherf**ker 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 Lil Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the f**k
Is you stupid
I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting
Shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving 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 sh*t
But a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun toting smoke we ain't no mother****ing joke
Thug Life niggas better be knowing
We approaching in the wide open gun smoking
No need for hoping it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the f**k is bopping off
Nigga I hit'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us
How the f**k they gonna be the mob
when we always on our job
We millionaires
Killing ain't fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah Mobb Deep
You wanna f**k with us
You little young ass motherf**kers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're f**king with me nigga
You f**k around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the f**k up 'fore you
Get smacked the f**k 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 singing we bringing drama
F**k you and yo' motherf**king mama
We gon' kill all you motherf**kers
Now when I came out
I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open
Their mouth with a motherf**king opinion
Well this is how we gonna do this
F**k Mobb Deep F**k Biggie
F**k Bad Boy as a staff record label
And as a motherf**king crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then f**k you too
Chino XL f**k you too
All you motherf**kers f**k you too
Take money take money
All of you all motherf**kers f**k you
Die slow motherf**ker
My 44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow
You motherf**kers can't be us or see us
We motherf**king Thug Life ridas
Westside 'til we die
Out here in California nigga we warned
We'll bomb on you motherf**kers
We do our job
You think you mob Nigga
We the motherf**king mob
Ain't nothing but killas and the real niggas
all you motherf**kers feel us
Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns
In they mother****ers belts
You know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it we the realest
F**k 'em
We Bad Boy killas

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