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2pac
2pac Hit Em Up
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2pac Troublesome 96
2pac Hit Em Up
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2pac Unconditional Love
[Tupac] I aint got no motherfucking friends Thats why I fucked your bitch Youre fat motherfucker {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} ha ha, thats alright First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a player But I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for your jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How Ill leave you Cut your young ass up See you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Dont fuck around with real Gs Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace Ill let them niggas know Its on for Life Dont let the west side Ride the night ha ha Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus:] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh Who shot me, But your punks didnt finish Now you bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit em up Check this out You motherfuckers know what time it is I dont know why Im even on this track You all niggas aint even on my level Im going to let my little homies Ride on you bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass 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 aint never heard of you Poise less gats attack when Im serving you Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause Im a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin block Im running through nigga And Im smoking Junior Mafia In front of you nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit em up [Chorus] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This aint 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 Its like a Shermine niggas think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? Im a self made Millionaire Thug livin, out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} Ha Ha Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now its all about Versace You copied my style Five shots couldnt drop me I took it and smiled Now Im back to set the record straight With my A-K Im still the thug that you love to hate Mother-fucker Ill Hit Em Up Im from N E W Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenario Little CeasIll bring you fake Gs to your knees Copin pleas with these Little Kim is you Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I 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 dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked Youre a beat biter Pac style taker Ill tell you to face, you aint nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alize 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 uh Toting smoke, we aint no motherfuckin joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping Its a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off nigga, I hit em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run ha ha They dont wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaires Killing aint fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep uh You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass motherfuckers Dont one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something Youre fucking with me, nigga? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we aint singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. Were gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. take money, take money All of yall mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker. My four four .44 magnum make sure all your kids dont grow. You motherfuckers cant be us or see us. We mother fuckin Thug Life riders. West Side till we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned yaWell bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin mob Aint nothing but killers And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas cant feel it We the realist fuck em. We Bad Boy killers.
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