Hit 'Em Up

[Intro: 2Pac] I ain't got no mothafucking friends What y'all niggas talking about? Hell yeah I'ma do this mothafucking track And they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old bitch-made niggas [Verse 1: 2Pac] 'Cause uh, niggas talk plenty shit, so many tricks I fucked your bitch 'cause I'm true to this, witness the hit You talk bad 'bout a nigga when I got blasted Hope you made a little money while the funk lasted Heard they call you Big Poppa nigga, how you figure? 'Cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga I can't be copied even wearing Versace, nigga you run or ruck Scared as fuck, if the guns would bust Now niggas talk I got a list of player haters and fakes You bitch niggas getting blown away You cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby So you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy I got your ass in my sight, niggas dying tonight We screaming, "West Side for life" And I can't wait to see you niggas in traffic 'cause we gonna get 'em up When you see me, you better bust 'Cause I'ma hit 'em up [Hook: 2Pac] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga we hit 'em up [Verse 2: Napoleon] It's hard to explain, this wasn't my thang when I was younger Before my shit, I swear to God, I'll leave you stiff just to make a come up Niggas run up, 'cause more murder for the money Got caught up tryna make a harder record, should've been on check[?] 'Cause I bet you and it's for life You never gon' see a nigga like me wanting a battle up on T.V I'd rather release some of these And put a slug to you busta-ass niggas that continue to squeeze I got some niggas back in Jersey that rather be jacking cars And robbing bitch niggas like y'all for emergency Let's take it back to the West Side Them niggas sure gonna be riders and plus we Thug Life niggas, so call us multiply Finger on the trigger, bitches stand and rise But we don't trust 'em and they might be the first that we gon' bust on Just label me a "Bad Boy Killer" Do Mobb Deep bitches gonna feel us when we turn into killers? Hit 'em up [Verse 3: E.D.I Mean] Now this is me, BK all day, ain't no Bloodin', ain't no Crippin' Strictly Bad Boy killer, shoot that ass like a squealer Now let this motherfucka top down, I'm finna drop rounds Letting these sounds, pop and then I hop up Seeing them shatter, shooting my shit to work a lease go What's up to the riders in a L.A. Long Beach on up to the East O Shooting at you, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtue The beef for the rest of [?] meant to turn you purple Wanna take no fame for being enemies to the game Who'll get that ass tamed, simple and plain, y'all know the name Drama, riders, through the whole line up Niggas get tired of dumpin' with they gat four Then we mobbin' through they hood slow No need for running 'cause we's don't give a fuck Besides beforehand, we gots to hit they ass on up [Verse 4: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way, yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got shot And I'm a true eagle storming, nigga laced your fat ass in California I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner Puffy weaker than fucking block, I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A in front of you nigga With the ready power, tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty sour, I push packages every hour My sons past moon slapping nickels on glass 40s So hand me the cash, you made on the ave But that’s yo' ass shorty I got a team of simple bout-able souls Move my ears like Yoda, quick as a cobra and never sober [Verse 5: Kadafi] I'm on a 12 O' Clock cruise to Brooklyn and I'm looking For the thrill to see in your barrel ready to get his life tooken So where you killers at? it's bang trick? don't tempt me to Leave your coward ass stripped in a full clip emptied in your stomach Jewels and all, yeah nigga run it Dropping all you cowards that be jackin' a nigga behind it You done just about made it an impossible to escape Another 'mergency visit to the hospital I can't wait To meet up with all you bitches in the streets So I can leave all you cowards leaking in your fucking seats When we hit 'em up [Verse 6: Storm] If you a big bad mothafucka, come step to this I got points in the clips and rhymes of the clits Who wanna test that, to the 1-2-3 pound, to bound to get they ass put under 'Cause the Storm bringing nothing but thunder (That's right) Who's the bomb nigga, quick to feel that itchy finger? Situation on my na-na, who's the bigger trigger? I approached a true G, you thought I was bitch easy Now you on your knees beggin' me [Verse 7: Prince Ital Joe] Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich Outlaw Immortal will never switch Police informa, di bwoy dem a snitch Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch New York uno better respect 2Pac An di yute Big, dem proud to be black Jealousy some of them act like idiat Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack 2Pac a di artical an dats a fact So seh dis an so seh dat New York uno better respect 2Pac If uno diss, you will gonna get a gunshot Outlaw Immortal will come an attack Radical posse, as we have thug life back Jamaican posse, yes, we love 2Pac Warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack New York uno better respect 2Pac An di yute big, dem proud to be black Jealousy some of them act idiat Hangin’ pondi corner some of dem smoke crack 2Pac a di artical an dats a fact So seh dis an so seh dat Respect to my bredren 2Pac