Hit 'Em Up (Nu-Mixx)

[Intro: 2Pac]

I ain't got no friends

Yeah, I’ma do this track

Westside

MOB, Bad Boy Killa

Hahahaha, hey, fat boy

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a player, but I bust your wife

We bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life

Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass tricks

We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for your jewels

Steady gunnin’, keep on bustin' at them fools

You know the rules

Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave you

Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil' Kim, don't compensate for real G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets

Get a new weave!

I'll let them suckas know it’s on for life

Don’t let the Westside ride tonight, haha

Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

Mess with me and get your caps peeled

You know, huh

[Chorus: 2Pac]

See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish

Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace

Sucka, I hit ’em up

[Interlude: 2Pac]

Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp

You know how we do it

All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'

All the rest of you bustas, die slow, haha

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]

Get out the way, yo, Hussein Fatal

You know 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 settin' traps

Little accident murderer, and I ain’t never heard of ya

Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

Shank and spank ya whole style when I gank

Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through

And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you

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

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish

Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace

Busta, I hit 'em up

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin' killed

With your mouths open

Tryna come up off of me you in the clouds hopin', smokin' dope

It's like a Sherm high, brothers think they learned to fly

But they burn, little suckers, you deserve to die

Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me

All you suckers livin' bummy while you messin' with me

I'm a self-made millionaire

Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air

Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch

And begged the tricks 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

Little busta, I'll hit 'em up

[Verse 4: Kadafi]

I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs

No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease

I'll bring my enemies to their knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro

Big Momma, is you coked up or doped up?

Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up

Please tell me is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block

With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch

And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]

You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to your face you ain't nothin' 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 Prodigy in a choke

Gun totin' smoke, Outlawz we ain't no joke

Thug Life, cowards better be knowin'

We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'

No need for hopin', it's a battle lost

I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is poppin' off

Haha, I hit 'em up!

[Outro: 2Pac]

Empty clips, set trip

You know what time it is

Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life 'til we die

California love, California thug

You know what time it is

Bad Boy Killa, haha

Mobb Deep Killa

Chino XL Killa

Much love to Smif-N-Wessun, Freddie Foxxx, Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard

Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there

Keep it comin'! Westside!

You know what time it is

All my real homeboys in Jersey, get up!

Outlaw! Thug Life 'til we die

Westside, Outlaw