2pac - Hit Em Up Part 2 lyrics

Well, come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, take money Come on, come on, wa**up n***a? First off, f** your b**h and the click you claim West side when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but, I f**ed your wife We bust on bad boys, n***as f** for life Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark a** b**hes We keep on coming while we running for yah j**els Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah Cut your young a** up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't f** with real a** G's Quick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets, so f** peace I'll let them n***as know it's on for life Don't let the west side ride the night Bad boys murdered on wax and k** f** with me and get your caps peeled You know what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace n***a, I hit 'em up [Incomprehensible] Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your a** in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**in' block, I'm running through n***a And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah n***a With the ready power tucked in my guess Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up [Incomprehensible] Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace n***a, I hit 'em up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n***as getting k**ed With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping smoking dope It's like a Shermine, n***as think they learned to fly But they burn muthaf**a you deserve to die Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me All you n***as living bummy, while you f**ing 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 beg the b**h 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, muthaf**a, I'll hit 'em up I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the f**? Is you stupid? Take money Crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, co*ked glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake a** East Coast props, brainstormed and locked You'se a B writer, Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing sh** but a faker So fill the alazhay with a chaser 'Bout to get murdered for the paper E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke Toting smoke, we ain't no muthaf**in' joke Thug life, n***as better be known, be 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, n***a, I hit 'em up [Incomprehensible] Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace n***a, I hit 'em up