Name: Hit Em Up
Duration: 5 min 15 s
Description: Слушайте песню Hit Em Up - 2Pac, Outlawz онлайн с альбома Death Row Greatest Hits в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:15. Год выхода - 1996

Death Row Greatest Hits

Dr. Dre

Snoop Dogg

Nuthin’ But A "G" Thang

The Lady of Rage

Afro Puffs

Who Am I (What’s My Name)?

Keep Their Heads Ringin’

Ice Cube

No Vaseline

Tha Dogg Pound

The Dramatics

Doggy Dogg World

Daz Dillinger

Murder Was The Case

Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Nate Dogg

Warren G

Kurupt

Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None)

Lodi Dodi

Stranded on Death Row

Tha Shiznit

2Pac

Outlawz

Hit Em Up

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I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)

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

West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money)

You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money)

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 Boy niggas fucked for life

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules

Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I 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

Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)

Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)

I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up, yo)

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

Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya

Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' 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 fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga

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

With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up

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

All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open

Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me

All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air

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

With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate

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

Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block

Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch

And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

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

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

Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'

I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off

How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)

Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it (take money)

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us?

You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something? (Take money)

Nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money)

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

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

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

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew

And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then 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 sure all y'all kids don't grow

We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, 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 motherfuckin' mob

Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas

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

Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)

Слушайте песню Hit Em Up - 2Pac, Outlawz онлайн с альбома Death Row Greatest Hits в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:15. Год выхода - 1996

Hit Em Up

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