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Текст песни 2 Pac - Hit Em Up Part 2

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Intro[2Pac]I ain't got no muthafuckin' friendsWhat y'all niggas talkin' aboutHell yeahI'm a do this muthafuckin' track( )(Right)And they know exactly Who I'm talkin' about tooYou old bitch made niggasVerse 1[2Pac]Cause UhNiggas talk plenty shitSo many tricksI fucked your bitchCause I'm true to thisWitness the hitYou talk bad about a niggaWhen I got blastedHope you made a little moneyWhile the funk lastedHeard they call you Big PoppaNigga how you figureCause to me You'll always be a phoney fat niggaI can't be copiedeven wearin' VersachiNigga you run or buckScared as fuckIf the guns would bustNow niggas talkI got a list Of player haters and fakesYou bitch niggasGettin' blown awayYou cross-eyedDown syndromeCrack babySo you and Puffy are tough Now that's crazyI got your ass in my sightNiggas dyin' tonightWe screamin'West Side for lifeAnd I can't waitTo see you niggas in trafficCause we gonna get 'em up(Ha ha ha)When you see meYou better bustCause I'm a hit 'em upChorus[Tupac]Grab your glocksWhen you see Tupac(Uh)Call the copsWhen you see Tupac(Uh)Who shot meBut you punks didn't finishNow you 'bout to feel the wrathOf a menaceNigga we hit 'em upVerse 2[Napolean]It's hard to explainThis wasn't my thangWhen I was youngerBefore my shitI swear to GodI'll make you stickJust to make a come upNiggas run upCause more murder For the moneyGot caught up Tryin' to make a harder recordShould have been on checkedCause I bet youAnd it's for lifeYou'll never gonna see a nigga like meWantin' a battle up on T.V.I'd rather releaseSome of theseAnd put a slugTo you buster ass niggasThat continue to squeezeI got some niggasBack in JerseyThat would rather be jackin' carsAnd robbin' bitch niggasLike y'all for emergencyLet's take it backTo the West SideThem niggas Sure gonna be ridahsAnd plus we Thug Life niggasSo call us multiplyFinger on the triggerBitches stand and riseBut we don't trust 'emThey might be the firstThat we gonna bust upJust label me a Bad Boy KillerYou Mobb Deep bitchesGonna feel usWhen we turn into killersHit 'em upVerse 3[E.D.I]Now this is meB. K. All dayAin't no frontin'Ain't no quickerStrictly Bad Boy killin'Shoot that ass like a squealerNow let this muthafucka Top downI'm fittin' to drop roundsLettin' these soundsPop and then I'm hot bound Seein' them shatterShootin' my shitTo work a lease goWhat's up to the ridahsIn L.A.Don't preach on up To the East O.Shootin' that soSee lowCircleThat shit don't hurt youMade to turn you purpleWanna take a planeBut we enemiesTo the gameWell get that ass tamedSimple and plainY'all know the nameDramaRidahsThrough the whole nightNiggas get taughtThen we bobbin' throughThey hits slowNo need for runnin'Cause we don't give a fuckBeside the funky manWe got to hit they assOn upVerse 4[Hussein Fatal]Get out the way YoGet out the wayYoBiggie Smalls just got shotAnd I'm a true eagleStormin'Nigga don't need your fat ass In CaliforniaI catch youOn any East Coast cornerAnd your ass is a gonerPuffy weaker than fuckin' blockI'm runnin through niggaAnd I'm smokin'Junior M.A.F.I.A.In front of you niggaWith the ready powertuckin' my gatsUnder my Eddie BowerYou clothes petty sourI push packagesEvery hourMy sons pastWhen slappin' nickelsOn glass fortiesSo hurry the cashYou made on that FWithout your ass shortyI got a teamOf simple boutable soulsWith my ears like YodaQuick as a cobraAnd never soberVerse 5[Khadafi]I'm on a twelve o' clockCruise to BrooklynAnd I'm lookin'For the thirl in your barrelReady to get his life tookin'So where your killers atYou fake trickE.D.I. will leave your coward ass StrippedAnd a full clip In your stomachYou been all year niggaRunnin'Poppin' every cowardAnd every nigga behind youI made it about impossibleFor you niggas to escapeAnother 'mergency visit to the hospitalI can't waitMeet up with all you bitchesIn the streetsSo I can leave all you cowardsleakin in your fukin seatsWhen we hit 'em upVerse 6[Storm]If you a big bad muthafuckaCome step to thisI got points in the clipAnd ???? for the clickWho wanna test thisTo the 1 2 3Bound to get they assPut underCause the StormIs bringin' nothin' but thunder(thats riggght)Who's the bomb niggaQuick to feel that ichy fingerSituation of my nineWho's the bigger triggerI approached a true G You though I was easyNow you beggin' on your kneesPleasey

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