Hit 'Em Up

You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools

Don't let the west side ride the night

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up

Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me

Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps
[Incomprehensible]
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
[Incomprehensible]
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

You and the clouds hoping smoking dope
With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

With the ready power tucked in my guess
Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
West side when we ride, come equipped with game

But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill

Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'

[Incomprehensible]

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Crash and mash through Brooklyn

You know what you see
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Nigga, I hit 'em up
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper

Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac