Hit 'Em Up - Single Version (Explicit)

Sucka-ass, I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
 That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
 (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
 (Take money) (you know) you know who the realest is
 (Take money) niggas, we bring it too
 That's 'ight, ha-ha
 (Take money) ha-ha
 First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
 Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
 You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
 We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
 Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
 Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
 We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
 Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools, you know the rules
 Lil Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
 Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
 Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
 Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
 I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
 Don't let the Westside ride tonight, ha-ha
 Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
 Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
 See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
 Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
 Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
 Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (uh)
 Nigga, I hit 'em up
 Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
 I don't even know why I'm on this track
 Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
 I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!
 Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
 Biggie Smalls just got dropped
 Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
 Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps
 Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya
 Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya
 Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
 Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
 Puffy weaker than the fucking block I'm running through, nigga
 And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
 With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
 Your clout petty-sour, I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!
 Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
 Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
 Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
 Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
 Nigga, we hit 'em up
 Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
 This ain't no freestyle battle
 All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open
 Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
 Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high
 Niggas think they learned to fly
 But they burn, motherfucker, 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 millionaire
 Thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air, ha-ha
 Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
 And beg a bitch to let you sleep in 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 AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
 Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
 I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
 No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
 Now go check the scenario, Lil Cease
 I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, copping pleas in de Janeiro
 Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
 Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
 What the fuck? Is you stupid?
 I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
 With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
 With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
 Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
 And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
 All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
 You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
 I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit, but a faker
 Softer than Alizé with a chaser
 About to get murdered for the paper
 E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
 Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
 Gun toting smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
 Thug Life, niggas better be knowing
 We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
 No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
 I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
 Nigga, I hit 'em up
 Now you tell me who won
 I see them, they run, hahahaha
 They don't wanna see us
 Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us
 How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
 We millionaires
 Killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
 Oh-yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us?
 You little young-ass motherfuckers
 Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?
 You're fucking with me, nigga
 You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
 You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
 This is how we do it on our side
 Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
 But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
 Fuck you and yo' motherfucking mama!
 We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!
 Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
 Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
 Well, this is how we gonna do this, fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
 Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfucking crew
 And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
 Chino XL, fuck you too
 All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
 (Take money, take money)
 All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker
 My .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
 You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
 We motherfucking Thug Life ridas, Westside 'til we die!
 Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
 We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
 You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfucking mob!
 Ain't nothing but killas and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
 Our shit goes triple and four-quadruple
 You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belts
 You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
 You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
 Fuck 'em! We Bad Boy killas