2 Pac Hit' em Up 2 Lyrics
            * Note: Song Not Completed *
            Intro
            [2Pac]
            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
            (Right)
            And they know exactly
            Who I'm talkin' about too
            You old b____ made n____s
            Verse 1
            [2Pac]
            Cause
            Uh
            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 copied
            even 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 and 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
            Chorus
            [Tupac]
            Grab your glocks
            When you see Tupac
            (Uh)
            Call the cops
            When you see Tupac
            (Uh)
            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
            [Napolean]
            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
            [E.D.I]
            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
            Circle
            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
            Drama
            Ridahs
            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
            Yo
            Get out the way
            Yo
            Biggie Smalls just got shot
            And I'm a true eagle
            Stormin'
            n____ don't need your fat a__
            In California
            I catch you
            On any East Coast corner
            And your a__ is a goner
            Puffy weaker than f___in' block
            I'm runnin through n____
            And I'm smokin'Junior M.A.F.I.A.
            In front of you n____
            With the ready power
            tuckin' my gats
            Under my Eddie Bower
            You clothes petty sour
            I push 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
            [Khadafi]
            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__
            Stripped
            And a full clip
            In your stomach
            You been all year n____
            Runnin'
            Poppin' every coward
            And every n____ behind you
            I made it about impossible
            For you n____s to escape
            Another 'mergency 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
            leakin in your f__in seats
            When we hit 'em up
            Verse 6
            [Storm]
            If you a big bad m____fucka
            Come step to this
            I got points in the clip
            And ???? for the click
            Who wanna test this
            To the 1 2 3
            Bound to get they a__
            Put under
            Cause the Storm
            Is bringin' nothin' but thunder
            (thats riggght)
            Who's the bomb n____
            Quick to feel that ichy finger
            Situation of my nine
            Who's the bigger trigger
            I approached a true G
            You though I was easy
            Now you beggin' on your knees
            Pleasey
        
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