DJ Mustard - Hit Em Up lyrics

[Hook: Tyga] I said f** them other n***as, cause I'm down for my n***as f** them other n***as, cause I'm down for my n***as f** them other n***as, I ride for my n***as I die for my n***as, n***a I hit em up [Verse 1: Tyga] T Raww go stay Westside, k**a cap peela, No ceiling, probably worth 10 million Poor n***a watch chilla, you ain't even gotta feel it That's chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar I sick my dogs at you, yeah They ain't call the dog catcher, b**h Spark the fire, no matches, yeah So high just laughing, hah Burners in the attic, they ain't know I had it Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop the target Driving backwards, I'm a hundred bill fanatic Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage Keep staring, rather die that n***a than live average, get you embarra**ed Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit Black card credit, told them I don't use debit n***a know that's my motto, I could do this sh** forever so [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Jadakiss] We don't rock with them n***as anyway, f** them We'd ever caught them in the hood, we'd a stuck them Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen We about that action, y'all ain't about nothin' Girl of your dreams, I already had her If it ain't my team, it don't really matter Short stay, I'm only in town for the figures Even when I'm up, I'm still down for my n***as Need nothing else, don't concern me or worry me Nah, I'mma ride 'til they burn me or bury me Cause the truth is, n***as die every day Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly I don't switch sides, I just switch rides Might just get a little head, let the b**h slide Knowing that I can, knowing that I will Far as the other side go, you know how I feel [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga] You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherf**er doin' dirt, b**h Walkin' through the streets wearin' j**els Ain't got sh** to lose Gonna f** up and bust young n***as with tools The intricate designs of my lethal lines Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob n***as These days, motherf**ers talk sh**, and turn snitch when you see 'em They ain't talkin' 'bout sh**, Westside I keep a vest on my chest, b**h Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book But I don't give a f**, government got a n***a feelin' stuck While these same little s*uts gettin' f**ed for a quick buck Weed make my mind roam All alone, ain't nothin' like tryna bone Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked I can't take it, got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it I thought you knew, b**h Get loaded, can't control it n***a, pa** me the blunt and let me roll it Then smoke it, sipping Hennessy, plottin' on my enemies Comin back twice as hard like, remember me My hustle to my dyin' days, n***as dyin' every day And we celebrate with pain, pourin' champagne Street politics, they wanna join my campaign Worldwide, LA n***as screaming Westside [Hook x2]