Tupac Shakur - Hit em up
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[Intro]
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, yAmou fat motherfucker
(Take money) DmWest side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
EmYou know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
Am(Take money)
[Verse]
First off, Amfuck your bitch and the click you claim
DmWestside when we ride come equipped with game
EmYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
AmWe bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
AmPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
DmBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
EmWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
AmSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
AmLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
DmCut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
EmLil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
AmQuick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
AmI let them niggaz know it's on for life
DmSo let the Westside ride tonight
EmBad Boy murdered on wax and killed
AmFuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
[Chorus]
AmGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
DmCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
EmWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
AmNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
AmNigga, I hit em' up