2pac - Hit 'Em Up LRC Lyrics Download

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[ar: 2Pac]
[ti: Hit 'Em Up]
[al: Live]
[length: 04:13]

[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)
[00:05.58] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)
[00:13.35] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song
[00:18.38] (I think they do)
[00:19.67] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy
[00:22.08] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love
[00:23.83] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)
[00:25.23] They tried to ban this song (Everybody)
[00:28.48] They don't wanna play my song
[00:30.36] But they wanna play fat boy over here
[00:33.13] What? Come on, come on (Take money)
[00:35.68] Come on, come on (Take money)
[00:37.93] Come on, come on (What's up)
[00:41.17] First off, f- and the clique you claim
[00:43.30] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
[00:46.17] You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife
[00:48.64] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life
[00:51.37] Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
[00:53.96] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
[00:57.01] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
[00:58.90] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
[01:01.83] Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
[01:04.63] Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
[01:06.77] Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's
[01:08.93] Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace
[01:11.94] I'll let them n- know it's on for life
[01:14.04] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
[01:17.03] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[01:18.89] F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
[01:22.10] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[01:24.29] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[01:26.97] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[01:29.17] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:31.33] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey
[01:34.54] Check this out
[01:37.54] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me
[01:42.43] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
[01:44.08] Biggie Smalls just got shot
[01:46.68] Little Moo', pass the MAC
[01:48.11] And let me hit him in his back
[01:49.85] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
[01:52.01] Little accident murderer
[01:53.98] And I ain't never heard of ya
[01:55.16] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
[01:57.07] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:59.67] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint
[02:01.53] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-
[02:05.60] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-
[02:07.53] With the ready power
[02:09.01] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[02:10.23] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!
[02:12.53] When you see 2Pac
[02:14.65] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[02:17.44] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[02:19.51] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[02:20.76] Nigga, say what?
[02:22.79] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
[02:25.57] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed
[02:27.79] With your mouths open
[02:29.17] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
[02:31.75] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
[02:33.58] N- think they learned to fly
[02:34.84] But they burn, you deserve to die
[02:36.32] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
[02:39.32] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?
[02:41.78] I'm a self-made millionaire
[02:43.57] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
[02:45.74] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:50.16] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
[02:52.05] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
[02:54.75] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
[02:57.20] Now I'm back to set the record straight
[02:59.47] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[03:02.12] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
[03:05.48] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
[03:07.63] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
[03:09.89] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
[03:12.71] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
[03:15.64] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
[03:17.73] What the, is you stupid
[03:19.12] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
[03:21.56] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
[03:23.46] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
[03:25.56] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
[03:27.51] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
[03:29.97] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
[03:32.73] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
[03:35.20] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
[03:38.03] Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:40.13] About to get murdered for the paper
[03:41.78] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
[03:43.89] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:46.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
[03:47.92] Better be knowin'
[03:50.43] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
[03:52.33] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
[03:54.41] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
[03:57.10] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah
[04:02.66] We hit 'em up
[04:03.87] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
[04:05.85] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[04:08.12] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[04:10.48] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[04:12.91] Hit 'em up, that's right!
[04:14.53] (Take money, take money)
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