Outlawz/Tupac Shakur Hit Em Up (Part 2) Lyrics



I ain't got no m____fuckin' friends
What y'all n____s talkin' about
Hell yeah
I'm a do this m____fuckin' track
And they know exactly
Who I'm talkin' about too
You old b____ made n____s

Verse 1


n____s talk plenty s___
So many tricks
I f___ed your b____
Cause I'm true to this
Witness the hit
You talk bad about a n____
When I got blasted
Hope you made a little money
While the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa
n____ how you figure
Cause to me
You'll always be a phoney fat n____
I can't be copy these
And wearin' Versachi
n____ you run or buck
Scared as f___
If the guns would bust
Now n____s talk
I got a list
Of player haters the fakes
You b____ n____s
Gettin' blown away
You cross-eyed
Down syndrome
Crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough
Now that's crazy
I got your a__ in my sight
n____s dyin' tonight
We screamin'
West Side for life
And I can't wait
To see you n____s in traffic
Cause we gonna get 'em up
(Ha ha ha)
When you see me
You better bust
Cause I'm a hit 'em up



Grab your glocks
When you see Tupac
Call the cops
When you see Tupac
Who shot me
But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
Of a menace
n____ we hit 'em up

Verse 2


It's hard to explain
This wasn't my thang
When I was younger
Before my s___
I swear to God
I'll make you stick
Just to make a come up
n____s run up
Cause more murder
For the money
Got caught up
Tryin' to make a harder record
Should have been on checked
Cause I bet you
And it's for life
You'll never gonna see a n____ like me
Wantin' a battle up on T.V.
I'd rather release
Some of these
And put a slug
To you buster a__ n____s
That continue to squeeze
I got some n____s
Back in Jersey
That would rather be jackin' cars
And robbin' b____ n____s
Like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back
To the West Side
Them n____s
Sure gonna be ridahs
And plus we Thug Life n____s
So call us multiply
Finger on the trigger
b____es stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em
They might be the first
That we gonna bust up
Just label me a Bad Boy Killer
You Mobb Deep b____es
Gonna feel us
When we turn into killers
Hit 'em up

Verse 3


Now this is me
B. K.
All day
Ain't no frontin'
Ain't no quicker
Strictly Bad Boy killin'
Shoot that a__ like a squealer
Now let this m____fucka
Top down
I'm fittin' to drop rounds
Lettin' these sounds
Pop and then I'm hot bound
Seein' them shatter
Shootin' my s___
To work a lease go
What's up to the ridahs
In L.A.
Don't preach on up
To the East O.
Shootin' that so
See low
That s___ don't hurt you

Made to turn you purple
Wanna take a plane
But we enemies
To the game
Well get that a__ tamed
Simple and plain
Y'all know the name
Through the whole night
n____s get taught

Then we bobbin' through
They hits slow
No need for runnin'
Cause we don't give a f___
Beside the funky man
We got to hit they a__
On up

Verse 4

[Hussein Fatal]

Get out the way
Get out the way
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle
n____ don't need your fat a__
In California
I catch you
On any East Coast corner
And your a__ is a goner
Puffy hit the f___in' block
I'll run at you n____
And I'll smoke the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you n____
With the ready power
Ducked in my guess
Under my Eddie Bower
You clothes petty sour
I push bomb packages
Every hour
My sons past
When slappin' nickels
On glass forties
So hurry the cash
You made on that F
Without your a__ shorty
I got a team
Of simple boutable souls
With my ears like Yoda
Quick as a cobra
And never sober

Verse 5


I'm on a twelve o' clock
Cruise to Brooklyn
And I'm lookin'
For the thirl in your barrel
Ready to get his life tookin'
So where your killers at
You fake trick
E.D.I. will leave your coward a__
And a full clip
In your stomach
You been all year n____
Poppin' every coward
And every n____ behind you
I made it about impossible
For you n____s to escape
Another murder
Or visit to the hospital
I can't wait
Meet up with all you b____es
In the streets
So I can leave all you cowards
Covered in white sheets
When we hit 'em up

Verse 6


If you a big bad m____fucka
Come step to this
I got your life in the hit
And one hidden in the clip
Who wanna test this
To the 1 2 3
Bound to get they a__
Put under
Cause the Storm
Is bringin' nothin' but thunder
Who's the bomb n____
Quick to feel that
Kill that sorry n____
Who's the bigger trigger
I approached the two g's
You though I was easy
Now you beggin' on your knees

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