Hit Em Up

[00:00.71] I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
[00:02.47] That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
[00:04.51] (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
[00:07.22] You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
[00:09.84] (Take money)
[00:12.04] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
[00:14.91] Westside when we ride come equipped with game
[00:17.45] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
[00:19.98] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
[00:22.33] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
[00:25.06] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
[00:27.95] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
[00:30.39] Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
[00:33.02] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
[00:35.26] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
[00:37.77] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
[00:40.25] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
[00:42.56] I let them niggaz know it's on for life
[00:45.10] So let the Westside ride tonight
[00:47.47] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[00:50.13] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
[00:53.30] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
[00:55.57] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
[00:58.45] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:00.72] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:02.40] Nigga, I hit em' up
[01:03.85] Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
[01:06.11] I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)
[01:07.57] Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level
[01:08.81] I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)
[01:10.46] Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!
[01:12.58] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
[01:15.49] Biggie Smalls just got dropped
[01:17.67] Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
[01:20.50] Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
[01:23.33] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
[01:25.81] Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
[01:28.21] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:30.88] Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
[01:33.40] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
[01:35.95] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
[01:37.95] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[01:41.15] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
[01:43.55] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
[01:45.98] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
[01:48.52] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:50.72] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:52.93] Nigga, I hit em' up
[01:54.48] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
[01:56.23] This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:58.00] All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
[02:00.12] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
[02:02.53] Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
[02:05.78] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
[02:08.28] Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
[02:10.55] All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
[02:13.29] I'm a self made millionaire
[02:15.13] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
[02:17.77] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:21.16] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
[02:23.25] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
[02:25.83] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
[02:28.65] Now I'm bout to set the record straight
[02:30.74] With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[02:33.00] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
[02:34.47] I'm from N-E-W Jers'
[02:35.67] Where plenty of murders occurs
[02:36.62] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
[02:39.58] Now go check the scenario
[02:40.75] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
[02:42.62] Copping pleas in de Janeiro
[02:44.13] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
[02:46.11] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
[02:48.37] What the fuck, is you stupid?
[02:49.99] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
[02:51.89] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
[02:54.29] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
[02:56.52] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
[02:58.83] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
[03:01.38] And all your fake ass East coast props
[03:03.25] Brainstormed and locked
[03:04.44] You's a, beat biter
[03:05.60] A Pac style taker
[03:06.79] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
[03:09.12] Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:10.88] About to get murdered for the paper
[03:13.15] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper
[03:14.72] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:17.21] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
[03:19.82] Thug Life, niggas better be known
[03:21.69] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
[03:24.17] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
[03:25.75] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
[03:28.34] Nigga, I hit em up!
[03:29.91] Now you tell me who won
[03:32.55] I see them, they run
[03:34.50] They don't wanna see us (take money)
[03:36.68] Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
[03:37.96] Dressing up trying to be us (take money)
[03:39.28] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
[03:41.64] We millionaires
[03:42.68] Killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
[03:44.22] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
[03:47.45] You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
[03:49.16] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
[03:51.01] You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
[03:53.65] You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
[03:56.15] This is how we do it on our side
[03:58.03] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it
[04:00.38] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
[04:02.24] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama
[04:04.19] We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers
[04:05.92] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
[04:08.24] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
[04:10.88] Well this is how we gonna do this
[04:12.55] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
[04:14.63] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
[04:18.33] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
[04:21.69] Chino XL, fuck you too
[04:24.15] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money)
[04:26.76] All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
[04:31.78] My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
[04:34.52] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
[04:36.91] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
[04:40.11] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
[04:43.05] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
[04:45.36] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
[04:47.53] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas
[04:49.62] All you motherfuckers feel us
[04:50.93] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
[04:52.72] (Take money)
[04:55.58] You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
[04:57.42] Guns under they motherfuckin' belts
[04:59.33] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt
[05:01.43] You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
[05:03.58] Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers
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