Hit ’Em Up (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
(Sucka-ass)
I ain't got no mothaf*cking friends
What y'all n*ggas talking about?
Hell yeah I'ma do this mothaf*cking track
And they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old b*tch-made n*ggas

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
'Cause uh, n*ggas talk plenty sh*t, so many tricks
I f*cked your b*tch 'cause I'm true to this, witness the hit
You talk bad 'bout a n*gga when I got blasted
Hope you made a little money while the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa n*gga, how you figure?
'Cause to me you'll always be a phony fat n*gga
I can't be copied even wearing Versace, n*gga you run or ruck
Scared as f*ck, if the guns would bust
Now n*ggas talk I got a list of player haters and fakes
You b*tch n*ggas getting blown away
You cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy
I got your ass in my sight, n*ggas dying tonight
We screaming, "West Side for life"
And I can't wait to see you n*ggas in traffic 'cause we gonna get 'em up
When you see me, you better bust
'Cause I'ma hit 'em up
[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n*gga we hit 'em up

[Verse 2: Napoleon]
It's hard to explain, this wasn't my thang when I was younger
Before my sh*t, I swear to God, I'll leave you stiff just to make a come up
n*ggas run up, 'cause more murder for the money
Got caught up tryna make a harder record, should've been on check[?]
'Cause I bet you and it's for life
You never gon' see a n*gga like me wanting a battle up on T.V
I'd rather release some of these
And put a slug to you busta-ass n*ggas that continue to squeeze
I got some n*ggas back in Jersey that rather be jacking cars
And robbing b*tch n*ggas like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back to the West Side
Them n*ggas sure gonna be riders and plus we Thug Life n*ggas, so call us multiply
Finger on the trigger, b*tches stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em and they might be the first that we gon' bust on
Just label me a "Bad Boy Killer"
Do Mobb Deep b*tches gonna feel us when we turn into killers?
Hit 'em up
[Verse 3: E.D.I Mean]
Now this is me, BK all day, ain't no Bloodin', ain't no Crippin'
Strictly Bad Boy killer, shoot that ass like a squealer
Now let this motherf*cka top down, I'm finna drop rounds
Letting these sounds, pop and then I hop up
Seeing them shatter, shooting my sh*t to work a lease go
What's up to the riders in a L.A. Long Beach on up to the East O
Shooting at you, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtue
The beef with the rest of my town is meant to turn you purple
Wanna take no fame for being enemies to the game
Who'll get that ass tamed, simple and plain, y'all know the name
Drama, riders, through the whole line up
n*ggas get tired of dumpin' with they gat four
Then we mobbin' through they hood slow
No need for running 'cause we's don't give a f*ck
Besides beforehand, we gots to hit they ass on up

[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way, yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle storming, n*gga laced your fat ass in California
I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner
Puffy weaker than f*cking block, I'm running through n*gga
And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A in front of you n*gga
With the ready power, tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour, I push packages every hour
My sons past moon slapping nickels on glass 40s
So hand me the cash, you made on the ave
But that’s yo' ass shorty
I got a team of simple bout-able souls
Move my ears like Yoda, quick as a cobra and never sober
[Verse 5: Kadafi]
I'm on a 12 o'clock cruise to Brooklyn and I'm looking
For the thrill to see in your barrel ready to get his life tooken
So where you killers at? it's bang trick? Don't tempt me to
Leave your coward ass stripped in a full clip emptied in your stomach
Jewels and all, yeah n*gga run it
Dropping all you cowards that be jockin' a n*gga behind it
You done just about made it an impossible to escape
Another 'mergency visit to the hospital I can't wait
To meet up with all you b*tches in the streets
So I can leave all you cowards leaking in your f*cking seats
When we hit 'em up

[Verse 6: Storm]
If you big bad mothaf*cka, come step to this
I got points in the clips and rhymes of the clits
Who wanna test that, to the 1-2-3 pound, to bound to get they ass put under
'Cause the Storm bringing nothing but thunder (That's right)
Who's the bomb n*gga, quick to feel that itchy finger?
Situation on my na-na, who's the bigger trigger?
I approached a true G, you thought I was b*tch easy
Now you on your knees beggin' me

[Verse 7: Prince Ital Joe]
Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich
Outlaw Immortal will never switch
Police informa, di bwoy dem a snitch
Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch
New York uno better respect 2Pac
An di yute Big, dem proud to be black
Jealousy some of them act like idiat
Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack
2Pac a di artical an dats a fact
So seh dis an so seh dat
New York uno better respect 2Pac
If uno diss, you will gonna get a gunshot
Outlaw Immortal will come an attack
Radical posse, as we have thug life back
Jamaican posse, yes, we love 2Pac
Warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack
New York uno better respect 2Pac
An di yute big, dem proud to be black
Jealousy some of them act idiat
Hangin’ pondi corner some of dem smoke crack
2Pac a di artical an dats a fact
So seh dis an so seh dat
Respect to my bredren 2Pac