Hit 'em Up - 2Pac
Take money
West side
Take money bad boy killas
Take money bad boy
Take money
First off f**k your b***h and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I f**ked your wife
We bust on bad boys n***as f**ked for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior Mafia is some
Mark a*s b***hes
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin' keep on bustin' at them fools
You know the rules
Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-a*s up leave you in pieces now be deceased
Lil' Kim don't f**k around with real Gs
Quick to snatch yo' ugly a*s off the streets so f**k peace
I'll let them n***as know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
Bad boy murdered on wax and killed
F**k 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
N***a I hit 'em up
Yeah
Take money
Take money
Take money
Take money
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 settin' traps
Little accident murderer 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 a*s in the paint
Puffy weaker than the f**kin' block I'm runnin' through n***a
And I'm smokin' junior Mafia in front of you n***a
With the ready power tucked in my guess under my Eddie bauer
Your clout pettysour 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
N***a we hit 'em up
Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n***as gettin' killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' d**e it's like a sherm high
N***as think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you n***as livin' bummy while you f**kin' with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison pistols in the air ha ha
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a b***h 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
Motherf**ker 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 coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the f**k is you stupid
I take money crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click lootin' shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique movin' 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 s**t but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
EDI mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke
Thug life n***as better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open gun smokin'
No need for hopin' it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
N***a I hit 'em up
And the clips see
You know what time it is
West side
Outlock to see the dark
California love
California love
Take money
Take money
Take money
Take money
Take money
Take money
Keep it coming west side
You know what time it is
All my real home boys and tenesee
Get up
Of love
Thug life
To dark west side
