2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (feat. Outlawz)

[Intro: 2Pac] So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {take money} West side Bad boy killers {take money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {take money} [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on bad boys Niggas fuck for life Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie smalls and junior mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little ceasar go ask you homie How I'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little kim, Don't fuck with real ass g's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad boys murdered on wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass bad boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} [Verse 1: Outlawz] Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank white needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking junior mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my guess Under my eddie bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit 'em up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you getting money But it's funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the air {air} [ha ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep on 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 a-k I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll hit 'em up [Verse 4: Outlawz] I'm from n e w jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little ceas' I'll bring you fake g's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these [? ? ? ] Little kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little junior whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, Crash and mash through brooklyn With m