Hit' Em Up - 開膛手嚶嚶嚶

Hit' Em Up LRC歌词

作词 : 2Pac 作曲 : 无 First off, fxxk your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fxxked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fxxked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip PuffyBiggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't fxxk around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fxxk peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight (haha) Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fxxk wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see... 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 nigga, I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafxxkas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil homies ride on you Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..(hahaha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us How the fxxk they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fxxk with us? You little young ass motherfxxkaz Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or sumpin? You fxxkin' with me, nigga, you fxxk around have a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fxxk up befo' you get smacked the fxxk up That's how we do it on our side Any you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma Fxxk you and your mothafxxkin mama We gonna kill all you motherfxxkaz Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open they mouth with a mothafxxkin opinion Well this how we gonna do this... Fxxk Mobb Deep! Fxxk Biggie... Fxxk Bad Boy as a staff record label And as a mothafxxkin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then fxxk you, too! Chino XL, fxxk you too! All you motherfxxkaz Fxxk you too! (Take money) 2x All of y'all motherfxxkaz, fxxk you Die slow motherfxxka My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfxxkaz can't be us or see us We're motherfxxkin thug life ridahz West side 'till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfxxkaz We do our job You think you mob, nigga, WE the motherfxxkin' mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfxxkaz feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (Take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got Guns at they motherfxxkaz back You know how it is When we dropped records, they felt it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest Fxxk 'em, we Bad Boy killin' (We killin')