hit 'em up ^*

• (bkz: shoot em up)
  (bkz: beat em up)
• (bkz: kill em all)
• bu kadar küfrün sırf klip çekmek için nasıl değiştirilip yine de ritme uygun halde kaldığına hayret ettiğim şarkı,bir tupac ve gangstarap klasiği..
• sozleri soyledir ;
  
  i ain't got no motherfuckin friends
  that's why i fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
  (take money) west side!!
  bad boy killers
  (take money) you know the realest is niggaz
  (take money) we bring it to you
  (take money)
  
  first off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
  west side when we ride come equipped with game
  you claim to be a player but i fucked your wife
  we bust on bad boy niggaz fucked for life
  plus puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts i rip
  biggie smallz and junior m.a.f.i.a. some mark ass bitches
  we keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
  steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
  little ceaser, go ask ya homie how i leave ya
  cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
  lil kim, don't fuck around with real g's
  quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
  i let them niggas know it's on for life
  so let the west side ride tonight hahahah
  bad boy murdered on wax, and killed
  fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
  
  grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
  call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
  who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
  now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  nigga, i hit em' up...
  
  check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
  i don't even know why i'm on this track
  ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
  i'ma let my little homies ride on you
  bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
  
  get out the way yo, get out the way yo
  biggie smallz just got dropped
  little moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
  frank white need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
  little accident murderer, and i ain't never heard-a ya
  poisinous gats attack when i'm servin ya
  spank the shank ya whole style when i dank
  guard your rank, cause i'ma slam you in the pavement
  puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
  and, i'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
  with the ready power tuckin my guess under my eddie bauer
  ya clout, pretty sour i get packages every hour
  and hit em up
  
  grab ya glocks, when you see tupac
  call the cops, when you see tupac, uhh
  who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
  now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
  nigga, i hit em' up...
  
  peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
  this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
  killed with ya mouths open
  tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
  smokin dope it's like a sherm high
  niggaz think they learned to fly
  but they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
  talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
  all you niggaz live in worry while you're fuckin with me
  i'm a self made milionare
  thug livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
  biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on my couch
  and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
  now its all about versacci, you copied my style
  five shots couldn't drop me, i took it, and smiled
  now i'm bout to set the record straight, with my ak
  i'm still the thug you love to hate
  motherfucker, i hit em up
  
  i'm from n-e-w jerz, where plenty murders occur
  no points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
  knuckle check the scenario, little cease
  i bring you fake g's to your knees
  coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
  lil kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
  get ya lil junior whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
  is you stupid?!?! i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
  with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
  with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
  outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
  and you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
  all your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
  
  youse a, beat biter, a pac style taker
  i'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
  softer than alize with a chaser
  bout to get murdered for the paper
  idi amin approach the scene
  write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
  totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
  thug life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
  in the wide open, guns smokin
  no need for hopin its a battle lost, i got across
  soon as the funk was poppin off
  nigga i hit em up
  
  now you tell me who won
  i see them, they run
  they don't wanna see us
  whole junior m.a.f.i.a. click dressin up tryin ta be us
  how the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
  we millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
  oh yeah, mobb deep, you wanna fuck with us?
  you little young ass motherfuckers
  don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
  you fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
  and have a seizure or a heart-attack
  you better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
  that's how we do it on our side
  any of you niggaz from new york that wanna bring it bring it
  but we ain't singin, we bringin drama
  fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
  we gonna kill all you motherfuckers
  now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie
  then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
  well this how we gonna do this
  fuck mobb deep
  fuck biggie
  fuck bad boy as a staff record label
  and as a motherfuckin crew
  and if you wanna be down with bad boy
  then fuck you too
  chino xl, fuck you too
  all you motherfuckers, fuck you too
  
  (take money)
  (take money)
  alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
  my fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
  you motherfuckers can't be us or see us
  we the motherfuckin thug life ridahs west side till we die!
  out here in california we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
  we do our job
  you think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
  ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
  all you motherfuckers feel us
  our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
  (take money)
  you niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
  motherfuckers back, you know how it is
  when we drop records they feel it
  you niggaz can't feel it
  we the realest, fuck em, we bad boy killin
• parca esnasinda devreye giren "niggas think they learned to fly , but they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die" kalibiyla zirveye ulasmaktadir; ilginctir, severek dinliyorum.
• (bkz: hit em up 2)
• (bkz: bad boy)
• (bkz: burn motherfucker you deserve to die)
  (bkz: fuck you and your motherfuckin mama)
• şarkı boyunca kullanılan sample'ı bir çok değişik şarkıda duymak mümkündür.
  orijinali: don't look any further
• (bkz: quitter)