Hit Em Up

Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps
West side when we ride, come equipped with game

I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'

We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
So fill the alazhay with a chaser

As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up
With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot

Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac

And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang
You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools
Nigga, I hit 'em up
[Incomprehensible]
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed

All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
You know what you see
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels

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

Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour

Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
[Incomprehensible]
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

Crash and mash through Brooklyn
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope
With the ready power tucked in my guess
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
[Incomprehensible]
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill

This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
Don't let the west side ride the night
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style