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letra de hit'em up - 2pac

(32)

intro: zeb
i ain’t got no motherf-ckin friends
that’s why i f-cked yo’ b-tch, you fat motherf-cker
(take money) weessssssttttiiiiide!!
bad boy killers
you know (you know) who the realest is n-gg-z
we bring it to you
(take money)

verse one: tupac
first off, f-ck your b-tch and the click you claim
westside when we ride come equipped with game
you claim to be a player but i f-cked your wife
we bust on bad boy n-gg-s f-ck for life
plus puffy tryna see me weak hearts i rip
biggie smallz and junior m.a.f.i.a. some mark -ss b-tches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
little caeser, go ask ya homie how i leave ya
cut your young -ss up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
lil kim, don’t f-ck around with real g’s
quick to sn-tch yo’ ugly -ss off tha streetz, so f-ck peace
i let them n-gg-s know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride the night (haha)
bad boys murdered on wax, and killed
f-ck wit’ me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see…

chorus:
grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
who shot me, but ya punks didn’t finish
now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gg-, we hit em’ up…

interlude: tupac
check this out, you m-th-f-ckas know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
ya’ll n-gg-z ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my lil homies ride on you
b-tch made–ss bad boy b-tches, deal with it!!

verse two: fatal
get out the way yo, get out the way yo
biggie smallz just got dropped
little moo, p-ss the mac, and let me hit him in his back
frank white need to get spanked right, for settin traps
little accident murderer, and i ain’t never heard-a ya
poiseless gats attack when i’m servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when i gank
guard your rank, cause i’ma slam ya -ss in the pang
puffy weaker than a f-ckin block i’m running through n-gg-
and, i’ll smoking junior mafia in front of you, n-gg-
with the ready power tuckin my gats under my eddie bauer
ya clout, petty sour i push packages every hour
i hit em up

chorus

verse three: tupac
peep to peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you n-gg-z gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it’s like a shermine
n-gg-z think they learned to fly
but they burn m-th-f-cka, you deserve to die
talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you n-gg-z livin b-mmy why you f-ckin with me
i’m a self-made millionaire
thug livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the b-tch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
now its all about versace, you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me, i took it, and smiled
now i’m bout to set the record straight, with my ak
i’m still the thug that you love to hate
motherf-cker, i hit em up

verse four: kadafi
i’m from n-e-w jerz., where plenty murders occurz
no point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
local check the scenario, little caes’
i bring you fake g’s to your knees
coppin pleas to ‘de janeiro’
lil kim, is you c-ked up, or doped up?
get ya lil junior whopper click smoked up, what the f-ck
is you stupid?!?! i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots c-ck glock to your knot
outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
and your pop stars mopped and dropped
all your fake–ss east coast props brainstormed and locked

verse five: edi
youse a, beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell it to ya face u aint sh-t but a faker
softer than aliz-a with a chaser
bout to get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
totin smoke, we aint no m-th-f-ckin joke
thug life, n-gg-z betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, i got across
soon as the funk was bobbin off
n-gg- i hit em up

outro: tupac (“take money” background riff”)
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run (haha)
they don’t wanna see us
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. click dressin up tryin ta be us
how the f-ck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
we millionaires, killin ain’t fair but somebody gotta do it
oh yeah, mobb deep, you wanna f-ck with us?
you little young -ss motherf-ckers
don’t one of you n-gg-z got sickle cell or somethin?
you f-ckin with me n-gg- you f-ck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
you better back the f-ck up, fore you get smacked the f-ck up
tha’s how we do it on our side
any of you n-gg-z from new york that wanna bring it, bring it
but we ain’t singin, we bringin drama
f-ck you and your motherf-ckin mama
we gonna kill all you motherf-ckers
now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf-cking opinion
well this how we gonna do dis
f-ck mobb deep
f-ck biggie
f-ck bad boy as a staff record, record label
and as a motherf-ckin crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy
then f-ck you too
chino xl, f-ck you too
all you motherf-ckers, f-ck you too

(take money)
(take money)
alla y’all motherf-ckers, f-ck you die slow motherf-cker
my 4-4 make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherf-ckers can’t be us or see us
we the motherf-ckin thug life ridahs weesssssstsiiiiide till we die!
out here in california n-gg- we warn ya we’ll bomb on you motherf-ckers
we do our job
you think you mob, n-gg- we the motherf-ckin mob
ain’t nuttin but killers and the real n-gg-z
all you motherf-ckers feel us
our sh-t’s go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
you n-gg-z laugh coz our staff got guns under their
motherf-cking belts, you know how it is
when we drop records they felt
you n-gg-z can’t feel it
we the realest, f-ck em, we bad boy killaz! (we killin)

writer: lambert, dennis / shakur, tupac amaru / fula, yafeu / jackson, johnny lee / greenidge, malcolm / washington, bruce / golde, frannie / hitchings, duane
lyrics © universal music publishing group

- 2pac

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