2 Pac Feat. The Outlawz - Hit 'Em Up (Notorious B.I.G. diss) | Текст песни

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[Intro: 2Pac]
So I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {take money}
West side
Bad boy killers {take money}
You know who the realist is
Niggas we bring it to {take money}

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck your bitch
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 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 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 ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim,
Don't fuck with real ass g's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for life
Don't 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: 2Pac]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
Bitch made ass bad boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

[Verse 1: Outlawz]
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 ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Gaurd your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass 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 eddie bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentary 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 mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made millioniare
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 on 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 a-k
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll hit 'em up

[Verse 4: Outlawz]
I'm from n e w jers.
Where plenty of murders 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
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 m

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