Hit Em Up Lyrics - 2pac

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Well come on come on take money
Come on come on take money
Come on come on wassup nigga?

First off xxxx your xxxxx and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa but i fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys niggas xxxx for life

Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts i rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia some mark xxx bitches
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules little ceasar go ask you homie how i'll leave yah
Cut your young xxx up see yah in pieces now be deceased
Little kim don't xxxx with real xxx g's
Quick to snatch your ugly xxx off the streets so xxxx peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the night
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know what you see

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac
Who shot me but your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga i hit 'em up

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Get out the way yo get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank white needs to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little accident murderers and i ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when i'm serving yah
Spank the shank your whole style when i gank
Guard your rank 'cause i'ma slam your xxx in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block i'm running through nigga
And i'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Under my eddiebower tour clout petty sour
I push packages every hour i hit 'em up

[incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2pac
Who shot me but your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga i hit 'em up

Peep how we do it keep it real it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle all you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope

It's like a shermine niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money but it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy while you xxxxxxx with me

I'm a self made millionaire thug livin' out of prison pistols in the air
Biggie remember when i use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the xxxxx 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 muthafucka i'll hit 'em up

I'm from new jers where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come we bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio little ceas'
I'll bring you fake g's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Little kim is yah choked up or doped up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the fuck? is you stupid? take money
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting shooting and polluting your block

With fifteen shot cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake xxx east coast props brainstormed and locked

You'se a b writer pac style taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't nothing xxxx but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E d i i mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke we ain't no muthafuckin' joke

Thug life niggas better be known be approaching
In the wide open gun smoking no need for hoping
It's a battle lost i got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk is bopping off nigga i hit 'em up

[incomprehensible]
Who shot me but your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga i hit 'em up

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