hit em up lyrics

 

Song Detail...

Song:  Hit Em Up

ARTIST:  Tupac

Hit Em Up lyrics

Sucka-ass, I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas

(Take money) (you know) you know who the realest is

(Take money) niggas, we bring it too

That's 'ight, ha-ha

(Take money) ha-ha

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life

Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is 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

Lil Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya

Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

Don't let the Westside ride tonight, ha-ha

Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know

See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh

Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (uh)

Nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!

Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo

Biggie Smalls just got dropped

Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back

Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps

Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya

Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya

Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank

Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

Puffy weaker than the fucking block I'm running through, nigga

And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

Your clout petty-sour, I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!

Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh

Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, we hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open

Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping

Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high

Niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn, motherfucker, 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 millionaire

Thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air, ha-ha

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch

And beg a bitch 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

Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!

I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs

No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs

Now go check the scenario, Lil Cease

I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, copping pleas in de Janeiro

Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up

What the fuck? Is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block

With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch

And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit, but a faker

Softer than Alizé with a chaser

About to get murdered for the paper

E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

Gun toting smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke

Thug Life, niggas better be knowing

We 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

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run, hahahaha

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?

We millionaires

Killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it

Oh-yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us?

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?

You're fucking with me, nigga

You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack

You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it

But we ain't singing, we bringing drama

Fuck you and yo' motherfucking mama!

We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking 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 motherfucking crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(Take money, take money)

All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker

My .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We motherfucking Thug Life ridas, Westside 'til we die!

Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!

You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfucking mob!

Ain't nothing but killas and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit goes triple and four-quadruple

You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belts

You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt

You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

Fuck 'em! We Bad Boy killas

Fan Comments...

1. Eminem_Fan

Rest in Peace to the Rapper that will always live in our hearts West Side forever this man is not just a rapper he is a legend he is apart of rap history he will never die rest in peace to the rapper who changed the World and inspired millions of people. He will never be forgotten."Life is a wheel of Fortune and it's my turn to spin it." -Tupac Shakur 1971-1996

2. scarlett dunn

The most direct diss track ever recorded. Didn’t hold back one bit 🙌🏼 It's November of 2022! let's see how many legends are still listening to this masterpiece Straight up BANGER! He aint like all them ARTIST who just be usin dat AUTHENTIC views to get they hits up to go HAM...

3. ovo paradise

its crazy how timeless some music can be, this will forever be one of the best songs in history