I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off We ain't no motherfucking jokeīe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a fakerĮ.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notchĪnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Now it's all about Versace, you copied my styleįive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the airīiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couchĪnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to meĪll you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me? Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to flyīut they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steelĪll you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through niggaĪnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his backįrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)īitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it! I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money) Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menaceĬheck this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money) Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so f*ck peaceį*ck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Lil' Kim, don't f*ck around with real G's Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave yaĬut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
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Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I ripīiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife Westside when we ride come equipped with game You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)įirst off, f*ck your bitch and the click you claim (Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money) That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer I ain't got no motherfuckin friends The video, itself described as infamous, includes impersonations of Biggie, Puffy and M. A., which used the Dennis Edwards sample as well. " The song was produced by long-time collaborator Johnny "J" and samples the bassline from "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards and interpolates "10% Dis" by MC Lyte, "Get Money" by The Notorious B. Reporter Chuck Philips, who interviewed Shakur at Can Am, described the song as "a caustic anti-East Coast crusade in which the rapper threatens to eliminate Biggie, Sean Combs (Puffy), and a slew of Bad Boy artists and other New York acts.
The song was recorded in Los Angeles, California at Can Am Studios in May 1996. The song's lyrics contain vicious insults to several East Coast rappers, chief among them, Shakur's former-friend-turned-rival, the Notorious B. It is the B-side to the single "How Do U Want It", released on June 4, 1996. "Hit 'Em Up" is a diss song by hip hop artist 2Pac featuring the Outlawz, a group associated with him.
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