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Hit 'Em Up by 2Pac (original lyric)



I ain't got no mutha fuc*** friends
Thats why I fuc*** 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}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, f*** your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fuc*** your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas f*** 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 f*** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So f*** 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
f*** 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, 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

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 f*** up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s 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'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]

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

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its 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 mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fuc*** with me?
I'm 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 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

I'm 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 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 f***?
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

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit 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 (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' 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 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 don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the f*** they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna f*** with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fuc*** with me, nigga ?
You f*** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the f*** up
Before you get smacked the f*** 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 ain't singing,
We bringing drama
f*** you and your mother fuc*** mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuck***.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuc*** opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
f*** Mobb Deep,
f*** Biggie,
f*** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuc*** crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then f*** you too.
Chino XL, f*** you too.
All you mother fuck***,
f*** you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuck***,
f*** you, die slow mother fuc***.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuck*** can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuck***.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuck*** feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
f*** 'em.
We Bad Boy killas

Hit 'Em Up by 2Pac (spanish translation)



No tengo mutha fuc *** amigos
Es por eso que fuc *** tu perra
Tu gordo mutha-fucka {Toma dinero}
lado oeste
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
Tú sabes quién es el realista
niggas lo traemos a {Take Money}
(ja, ja, eso está bien)

En primer lugar, f *** tu perra
Y el clic que reclamas
El lado oeste cuando montamos
Ven equipado con juego
Usted dice ser una playa
Pero, fuc *** tu esposa
Derribamos a los chicos malos
niggas f *** para la vida
Además Puffy trata de verme débil
Corazones que rasgo
Biggie Smalls y Junior Mafia
Algunos marcan perras
Seguimos viniendo
Mientras corremos por yah joyas
Disparo continuo
Sigue revolcándolos tontos
Sabes las reglas
El pequeño Ceasar va a pedirte un homie
Cómo me iré yah
Corta tu joven culo
Ver yah en pedazos
Ahora morir
Pequeña Kim,
No jodas con G's reales
Rápido para arrebatar tu feo trasero de las calles
Así que f *** paz
Les dejaré saber a los niggas
Está en la vida
No dejes que el lado oeste
Montar la noche (ja, ja)
Bad Boys asesinados en Wax y matan
f *** conmigo
Y saca tus gorras
Ya sabes, ver

[Coro]

Coge tus glocks cuando veas 2pac
Llama a la policía cuando veas 2pac, Uhh
¿Quién me disparó?
Pero tus punks no terminaron
Ahora, debes sentir la ira de una amenaza
Nigga, los golpeé

Mira esto
Usted mutha-fuckas sabe a qué hora es
No sé por qué estoy incluso en esta pista
Y'all niggas ni siquiera está en mi nivel
Voy a dejar que mis pequeños homies
Cabalga en yah
perra hizo el culo Bad Boys perras
{ahh yo, yo, mantener el f *** up}

Sal de tu camino
Sal de tu camino
Biggie Smalls acaba de caer
Poco movimiento pa * s el mac
Y déjame golpearlos en la espalda
Frank White necesita ser azotado
Para configurar trampas
Pequeños asesinos de accidentes
Y nunca he oído hablar de yah
Poise less gats attack cuando estoy sirviendo yah
Azotar la caña
Todo tu estilo cuando gané
Protege tu rango
Porque yo soy un golpe en el culo en una punzada
Puffy más débil que un maldito bloque
Estoy corriendo a través de Nigga
Y estoy fumando Junior Mafia
Delante de yah nigga
Con el poder listo
Metido en mi conjetura
Debajo de mi Eddie Bower
Tu influencia agridulce
Empujo paquetes cada hora
Los golpeé

[Coro]

Coge tus glocks cuando veas 2pac
Llama a la policía cuando veas 2pac, Uhh
¿Quién me disparó?
Pero tus punks no terminaron
Ahora, debes sentir la ira de una amenaza
nigga, los golpeamos

Mira cómo lo hacemos
Se realista
Su acero penitenciario
Esto no es una batalla de estilo libre
Todos ustedes niggas siendo asesinados
Con la boca abierta
Tratando de salir de mí
Tú y las nubes esperando
Fumar droga
Es como un Shermine
los niggas piensan que aprendieron a volar
Pero se queman mutha-fucka, mereces morir
Hablando de ti Obteniendo Dinero
Pero es gracioso para mi
Todos ustedes, niggas living bummy
Mientras fuc *** conmigo?
Soy un millonario hecho a sí mismo
Thug livin ', fuera de prisión
Pistolas en el aire {Aire} (Ha Ha)
Biggie recuerda cuando uso para dejarte dormir en el sofá
Y le suplico a la perra que te deje dormir en la casa
Ahora todo sobre versace
Copiaste mi estilo
Cinco disparos no podían dejarme caer
Lo tomé y sonreí
Ahora estoy de vuelta para dejar las cosas claras
Con mi A-K
Sigo siendo el matón que amas odiar
Mutha-fucka los golpearé

Soy de N E W Jers.
Donde ocurre mucho asesinato
No hay puntos por venir
Traemos drama a todos tus rebaños
Ahora ve a ver el escenerio
Little Ceas '
Te traeré falsas G's para yah rodillas
Súplicas de Copin con estos
Little Kim es yah
Atascado o drogado
Obtenga su pequeño clic de Junior Whopper fumado
¿Qué mierda?
¿Eres estúpido?
Tomo dinero,
estrellarse y aplastar a través de Brooklyn
Con mis clics saqueando, disparando y contaminando tu bloque
Con quince disparos,
Gallo amartillado a tu nudo
Outlaw Mafia haga clic en subir otra muesca
Y tus estrellas del Pop aparecieron y se cayeron y se trapearon
Y todos tus accesorios de costa este falsa culo
Lluvia de ideas y bloqueado

Eres un beat biter
Tomador de estilo Pac
Te diré que te metas, no eres una mierda, sino un farsante
Entonces llena el Alazhay con un cazador
a punto de ser asesinado por el papel
E.d.i me refiero a publicar la escena de la alcaparra
Como un loc, con un pequeño Ceas 'en un estrangulador (uhh)
Toting humo, no es broma mutha-fuckin '
Thug Life, los niggas serán mejor conocidos
Estar acercándose
En el amplio abierto, fumar pistola
No hay necesidad de esperar
Es una batalla perdida
Me atravesé tan pronto como el funk se desborda
nigga, los golpeo



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