Hit 'Em Up - 2Pac/Outlawz.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : 2Pac/Duane S. Hitchings/Franne Golde/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Yafeu Fula/Malcolm Greenidge/Bruce Washington
[00:00.182] 作曲 : 2Pac/Duane S. Hitchings/Franne Golde/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Yafeu Fula/Malcolm Greenidge/Bruce Washington
[00:00.364][Intro: 2Pac]
[00:00.866]Sucka-ass
[00:01.365]I ain't got no mother****in' friends
[00:02.369]That's why I ****ed yo' *****, you fat mother****a!
[00:04.367](Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
[00:07.166](Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is
[00:09.135](Take money) niggas, we bring it too
[00:11.121]That's a'ight, ha ha
[00:12.116](Take money)
[00:12.616][Verse 1: 2Pac]
[00:12.878]First off, **** your ***** and the clique you claim
[00:15.366]Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
[00:17.865]You claim to be a player, but I ****ed your wife
[00:20.365]We bust on Bad Boys, niggas ****ed for life
[00:22.868]Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
[00:25.366]Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass *******
[00:28.142]We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
[00:30.366]Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
[00:33.371]Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
[00:35.616]Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
[00:38.365]Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real Gs
[00:40.616]Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so **** peace!
[00:43.616]I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
[00:45.616]Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha)
[00:47.616]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[00:50.616]**** with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
[00:53.118][Chorus: 2Pac]
[00:53.118]See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[00:55.615]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[00:58.616]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[01:00.866]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:02.866]Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)
[01:03.616][Interlude: 2Pac]
[01:03.866]Check this out, you mother****ers know what time it is
[01:06.116]I don't even know why I'm on this track
[01:07.866]Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
[01:08.866]I'ma let my lil' homies ride
[01:11.055]On you *****-made ass Bad Boy *******, feel it!
[01:11.305][Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
[01:13.055]Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
[01:15.807]Biggie Smalls just got dropped
[01:17.805]Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
[01:21.055]Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
[01:23.567]Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya
[01:26.054]Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
[01:28.805]Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:31.055]Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
[01:33.556]Puffy weaker than the ****in' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
[01:36.072]And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
[01:38.555]With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[01:41.055]Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!
[01:44.056][Chorus: 2Pac]
[01:44.309]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[01:46.555]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[01:48.805]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[01:51.320]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:53.305]Nigga, we hit 'em up!
[01:54.055][Verse 3: 2Pac]
[01:54.305]Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
[01:56.805]This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:58.055]All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open
[02:00.306]Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
[02:02.805]Smokin' ****, it's like a sherm high
[02:04.804]Niggas think they learned to fly
[02:06.304]But they burn, mother****er, you deserve to die
[02:08.555]Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
[02:11.055]All you niggas livin' bummy while you ****in' with me
[02:13.555]I'm a self-made millionaire
[02:15.305]Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
[02:18.055]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:21.305]And beg a ***** to let you sleep in the house?
[02:23.305]Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
[02:26.305]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
[02:29.055]Now I'm back to set the record straight
[02:30.807]With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[02:33.057]Mother****er, I hit 'em up!
[02:34.305][Verse 4: Kadafi]
[02:34.555]I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
[02:36.804]No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
[02:39.304]Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
[02:41.304]I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
[02:44.305]Little Kim, is you coked up or ****d up?
[02:46.055]Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
[02:48.555]What the ****, is you stupid?
[02:49.805]I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
[02:52.305]With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
[02:54.804]With a 15-shot ****ed Glock to your knot
[02:56.804]Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
[02:59.055]And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
[03:01.555]All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
[03:03.805][Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
[03:04.055]You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
[03:07.055]I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
[03:09.306]Softer than Alizé with a chaser
[03:11.804]About to get murdered for the paper
[03:13.054]E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
[03:15.055]Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:17.555]Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
[03:20.061]Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
[03:21.805]We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
[03:24.055]No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
[03:26.058]I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
[03:28.806]Nigga, I hit 'em up!
[03:30.054][Outro: 2Pac]
[03:30.557]Now you tell me who won
[03:33.055]I see them, they run, hahahaha
[03:35.555]They don't wanna see us
[03:36.805]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us
[03:39.305]How the **** they gonna be the mob
[03:40.555]When we always on our job?
[03:41.805]We millionaires
[03:43.055]Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
[03:44.556]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
[03:47.306]You little young-ass mother****ers
[03:49.055]Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
[03:51.055]You're ****in' with me, nigga
[03:52.305]You **** around and have a seizure or a heart attack
[03:54.055]You better back the **** up
[03:55.059]Before you get smacked the **** up
[03:56.805]This is how we do it on our side
[03:58.305]Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
[04:00.556]But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
[04:02.305]**** you and yo' mother****in' mama!
[04:04.305]We gon' kill all you mother****ers!
[04:06.054]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
[04:08.557]Then everybody had to open their mouth
[04:10.057]With a mother****in' opinion
[04:11.554]Well, this is how we gonna do this: **** Mobb Deep! **** Biggie!
[04:15.055]**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother****in' crew!
[04:18.815]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then **** you too!
[04:21.807]Chino XL, **** you too!
[04:24.305]All you mother****ers, **** you too!
[04:27.248](Take money, take money)
[04:29.499]All of y'all mother****ers, **** you, die slow!
[04:31.760]Mother****er, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
[04:34.767]You mother****ers can't be us or see us
[04:37.002]We mother****in' Thug Life ridas
[04:39.004]Westside 'til we die!
[04:40.507]Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
[04:42.752]We'll bomb on you mother****ers! We do our job!
[04:45.251]You think you mob? Nigga, we the mother****in' mob!
[04:47.750]Ain't nothin' but killas
[04:49.009]And the real niggas, all you mother****ers feel us
[04:51.255]Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
[04:53.256]You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother****as belts
[04:59.504]You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
[05:01.758]You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
[05:04.258]**** 'em, we Bad Boy killas!