2Pac ft. Outlawz- Hit'Em Up 2

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Artist: 2Pac f/Outlawz
Album: Unreleased
Song: Hit Em Up 2

--- testo preso da nonmiricordopi¨dove
--- tradotto da www.THHT.cjb.net

I ain't got no muthafuckin' friends
What y'all niggas talkin' about (Hell yeah)
I'm a do this muthafuckin' track (Right)
And they know exactly who I'm talkin' about too
You old bitch made niggas

Cause ah, niggas talk plenty shit, so many tricks
I fucked yo bitch cause I'm true to this, witness the hit
You talked bad about a nigga when I got, blasted
hope you made a little money while the fun lasted
Heard they call ya Big Poppa, nigga how ya figure,
cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga
I can't be copied even wearing Vasache, nigga you wanna row
scared as fuck if the guns'll bust
now niggas stop, I gotta listen, playa haters be fakes
you bitch niggas gettin' blown away
you crosseyed, down syndrome, crack baby
say you and Puffy is tough, now that's crazy
I got yo ass in my sight, niggas dyin' tonight, we screamin'
West Side for Life
and I can't wait to see you niggas in traffic,cause we gonna get 'em up
when you see me you better bust, cause I'm a 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...

It's hard to explain, what's in my pain, when I was a
younger, before my shit I swear to God I'll leave you stick
just to make a come up... niggas run up, it's mo' murder
for the money, got caught up tryin' to make a harder
record, you should've been done checked it... cause I bet
you, in this life, you'll never gonna see a nigga like me
wanting to battle up on T.V... I rather release some of
these, and put a slug to you busta ass niggas and continue
to squeeze you... I got some niggas back in Jersey,
that rather be jackin' cars and robbin' bitch niggas like
yall for emergencys... let's take it back to the westside,
then niggas sure gonna be ridahs, and plus we Thug
Life niggas, so call us multiply... finger on the
trigger, bitches standin' by us, but we don't trust 'em,
they might be the first that we gonna bust on... just label
me a Bad Boy Killa, you Mobb Deep bitches
gonna feel us when we turn into killas...

[Edi Amin:]
Now it's B.B.K all day, ain't no frontin', ain't no
trippin', strictly Bad Boy Killa, shoot that ass
like a squilla... now let this muthafucka top down, I'm
fince to drop down, let these sounds pop and then I hop
out... send a shout out, to all my shit to walk on East
Coast, what's up to the ridahs in L.A, Long
Beach, on up to the East Oak... shootin' at yo,
C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtual, dump these pistols, rest
that tidal Smith will turn you purple... wanna take no
fame, with enemies to the game, who'll get that ass tame
simple and plain... yall know the name, drama, ridahs, thru
the whole line up, niggas get tired of dumping with they
.4, then we mobbing thru they hood slow... no need for
runnin', cause we don't give a fuck, cause I before them,
we got to hit they ass on up...

[Hussein Fatal:]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo, Biggie
Smalls just got shot, and I'm a true nigga stormin',
nigga take yo fat ass to California, I catch you on
any East Coast corner and you's a goner...
Puffy weaker then a fuckin' block, I'm runnin' thru nigga,
and I'll smoke a Junior Maphia in front of you nigga...
with the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie
Bauer, yo clout petty sour, I'll push packages every hour...
my sons pass moon, slappin' nickels on glass 40's,
so hand me the cash, you made on the Ave., but that's yo ass shorty...
I gotta team that sell more bottles then soda,
move my ears like yoda, quick as a cobra and never sober...

I'm on a twelve o'clock cruise to Brooklyn, and I'm
lookin' for the third, let's see no barrel ready to get his
life tooken... so where yo killas at, and feddy, trick
don't test me to leave yo coward ass striped and a full clip heavy in yo stomach...
choosen all, yeah nigga runnin',
poppin' all you cowards that be jockin' a nigga behind you...
you done just about made it on impossible
to escape, with a emergency, visit to the hospital...
I can't wait to meet up with all you bitches in the streets,
so I can leave all you cowards sittin' in yo fuckin' seat when we hit 'em up...

If ya a Big Bad muthafucka, come step to this, I got points
in the clips and winds of the clip... who wanna test that,
to the 1,2,3, bound to get they ass put under, cause the
Storm bring nothing but thunder... (that's right)
who's the bomb nigga, quick to feel that empty figure,
situations on my Na-Na, who's the bigga trigga...
approach a true G, you thought I was begessy,
now you on yo knees beggin' me...

[Prince Ital: talking]

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