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2Pac – Hit 'em Up 2 Lyrics

Note* Song: Not Completed Intro *
ain't got no muthafuckin' friends What
y'all niggas talkin' about Hell
yeah I'm
a do this muthafuckin' track (Right)
they know exactly Who
I'm talkin' about too You
old bitch made niggas Verse
1 [2Pac]
talk plenty shit So
many tricks I
fucked your bitch Cause
I'm true to this Witness
the hit You
talk bad about a nigga When
I got blasted Hope
you made a little money While
the funk lasted Heard
they call you Big Poppa Nigga
how you figure Cause
to me You'll
always be a phoney fat nigga I
can't be copied even
wearin' Versachi Nigga
you run or buck Scared
as fuck If
the guns would bust Now
niggas talk I
got a list Of
player haters and fakes You
bitch niggas Gettin'
blown away You
cross-eyed Down
syndrome Crack
baby So
you and Puffy are tough Now
that's crazy I
got your 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 (Ha
ha ha) When
you see me You
better bust Cause
I'm a hit 'em up Chorus
your glocks When
you see Tupac (Uh)
the cops When
you see Tupac (Uh)
shot me But
you punks didn't finish Now
you 'bout to feel the wrath Of
a menace Nigga
we hit 'em up Verse
2 [Napolean]
hard to explain This
wasn't my thang When
I was younger Before
my shit I
swear to God I'll
make you stick Just
to make a come up Niggas
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 nigga like me Wantin'
a battle up on T V.I'd.
rather release Some
of these And
put a slug To
you buster ass niggas That
continue to squeeze I
got some niggas Back
in Jersey That
would rather be jackin' cars And
robbin' bitch niggas Like
y'all for emergency Let's
take it back To
the West Side Them
niggas Sure
gonna be ridahs And
plus we Thug Life niggas So
call us multiply Finger
on the trigger Bitches
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 bitches Gonna
feel us When
we turn into killers Hit
'em up Verse
3 [E
this is me B
K. All.
day Ain't
no frontin' Ain't
no quicker Strictly
Bad Boy killin' Shoot
that ass like a squealer Now
let this muthafucka Top
down I'm
fittin' to drop rounds Lettin'
these sounds Pop
and then I'm hot bound Seein'
them shatter Shootin'
my shit 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
shit don't hurt you Made
to turn you purple Wanna
take a plane But
we enemies To
the game Well
get that ass tamed Simple
and plain Y'all
know the name Drama
the whole night Niggas
get taught Then
we bobbin' through They
hits slow No
need for runnin' Cause
we don't give a fuck Beside
the funky man We
got to hit they ass On
up Verse
4 [Hussein
Fatal] Get
out the way Yo
out the way Yo
Smalls just got shot And
I'm a true eagle Stormin'
don't need your fat ass In
California I
catch you On
any East Coast corner And
your ass is a goner Puffy
weaker than fuckin' block I'm
runnin through nigga And
I'm smokin'Junior M A.F.I.A.In.
front of you nigga 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 ass shorty I
got a team Of
simple boutable souls With
my ears like Yoda Quick
as a cobra And
never sober Verse
5 [Khadafi]
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 ass Stripped
a full clip In
your stomach You
been all year nigga Runnin'
every coward And
every nigga behind you I
made it about impossible For
you niggas to escape Another
'mergency visit to the hospital I
can't wait Meet
up with all you bitches In
the streets So
I can leave all you cowards leakin
in your fukin seats When
we hit 'em up Verse
6 [Storm]
you a big bad muthafucka 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 ass Put
under Cause
the Storm Is
bringin' nothin' but thunder (thats
riggght) Who's
the bomb nigga 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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