Hit’Em Up lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


Feat. 2Pac & Jadakiss

[Hook: Tyga]
I said f*ck them other n*ggas, cause I'm down for my n*ggas
f*ck them other n*ggas, cause I'm down for my n*ggas
f*ck them other n*ggas, I ride for my n*ggas
I die for my n*ggas, n*gga I hit em up

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T Raww go stay Westside, killa cap peela
No ceiling, probably worth 10 million
Poor n*gga 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*tch
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*gga than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit
Black card credit, told them I don't use debit
n*gga know that's my motto, I could do this sh*t forever so

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
We don't rock with them n*ggas anyway, f*ck 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*ggas
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*ggas 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*tch 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*cker doin' dirt, b*tch
Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels
Ain't got sh*t to lose
Gonna f*ck up and bust young n*ggas with tools
The intricate designs of my lethal lines
Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob n*ggas
These days, motherf*ckers talk sh*t, and turn snitch when you see 'em
They ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, Westside
I keep a vest on my chest, b*tch
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
But I don't give a f*ck, government got a n*gga feelin' stuck
While these same little sl*ts gettin' f*cked 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*tch
Get loaded, can't control it
n*gga, pass 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*ggas dyin' every day
And we celebrate with pain, pourin' champagne
Street politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA n*ggas screaming Westside

[Hook x2]

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