Hit 'Em Up (Album Version Edited)

[00:00.01] I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
[00:01.34] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
[00:03.37] (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
[00:07.14] You know who the realest is niggas, we bring it to you (take money)
[00:10.30] (Take money)
[00:12.05] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
[00:14.59] Westside when we ride come equipped with game
[00:17.19] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
[00:19.52] We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life
[00:22.13] Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip
[00:24.83] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
[00:27.51] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
[00:29.96] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
[00:32.58] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
[00:34.90] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
[00:37.86] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
[00:39.75] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
[00:42.68] I let them niggas know it's on for life
[00:44.84] So let the Westside ride tonight (haha)
[00:46.91] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[00:49.82] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
[00:52.75] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
[00:55.63] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
[00:57.91] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:00.07] Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:02.30] Nigga, I hit em' up
[01:03.10] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
[01:05.46] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
[01:06.88] Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
[01:08.24] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
[01:09.96] Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, deal with it
[01:12.17] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
[01:15.09] Biggie Smalls just got dropped
[01:17.25] Little Moo, pass the MAC, and let me hit him in his back
[01:20.40] Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
[01:22.91] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard of ya
[01:25.35] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
[01:27.93] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:30.37] Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
[01:33.09] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through nigga
[01:35.51] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
[01:38.05] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[01:40.45] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
[01:43.14] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
[01:45.51] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
[01:48.02] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:50.61] Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:52.59] Nigga, we hit em' up
[01:53.37] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
[01:56.00] This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:57.41] All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
[01:59.90] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
[02:02.53] Smokin' dope it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
[02:05.54] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
[02:08.21] Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
[02:10.62] All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
[02:13.43] I'm a self made millionaire
[02:14.87] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
[02:17.36] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:20.56] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
[02:22.60] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
[02:25.66] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
[02:28.07] Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight
[02:29.96] With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[02:32.27] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
[02:33.54] I'm from N-E-W Jers'
[02:35.07] Where plenty of murders occurs
[02:36.18] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
[02:38.16] Now go check the scenario
[02:39.78] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
[02:42.38] Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
[02:43.92] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
[02:45.31] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
[02:47.90] What the fuck, is you stupid?
[02:49.23] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
[02:51.49] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
[02:54.04] With a 15-shot cocked, Glock to your knot
[02:56.32] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
[02:58.52] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
[03:00.83] And all your fake ass East coast props
[03:02.80] Brainstormed and locked
[03:03.61] You's a, beat biter
[03:05.19] A Pac style taker
[03:06.26] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
[03:08.53] Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:10.53] About to get murdered for the paper
[03:12.34] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper
[03:14.16] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:17.06] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
[03:19.31] Thug Life, niggas better be known
[03:21.31] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
[03:23.62] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
[03:25.63] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
[03:28.41] Nigga, I hit 'em up
[03:30.56] Now you tell me who won
[03:32.18] I see them, they run (hahaha)
[03:33.69] They don't wanna see us (take money)
[03:35.78] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
[03:37.39] Dressing up trying to be us (take money)
[03:38.59] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
[03:40.70] We millionaires
[03:41.99] Killin' ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
[03:44.07] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us?
[03:46.86] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
[03:48.22] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something? (take money)
[03:50.60] You fucking with me
[03:51.66] Nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
[03:53.19] You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
[03:55.45] This is how we do it on our side
[03:57.38] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it
[04:00.16] But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
[04:01.60] Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
[04:03.49] We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
[04:05.38] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
[04:07.56] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
[04:10.52] Well this is how we gonna do this
[04:11.97] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
[04:14.19] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew
[04:18.24] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
[04:21.01] Chino XL, fuck you too
[04:23.41] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)
[04:28.53] All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
[04:31.52] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
[04:33.99] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
[04:36.60] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
[04:39.50] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
[04:42.00] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job
[04:44.75] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
[04:47.19] Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas
[04:49.04] All you motherfuckers feel us
[04:50.29] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
[04:53.10] (Take money)
[04:55.15] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
[04:56.75] Guns in they motherfuckin' belts
[04:58.85] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt
[05:01.06] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
[05:03.44] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers