[00:00.00] 作词 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
[00:00.63] 作曲 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
[00:01.27]Ain't got no mother****ing friends
[00:02.36]That's why I ****ed yo' b***h
[00:03.27]You fat mother****er
[00:04.63]（Take money）
[00:04.99]West side
[00:06.03]Bad Boy killaz
[00:06.38]（Take money）
[00:07.54]You know the realest is, niggas
[00:08.46]（take money）
[00:09.68]We bring it to you
[00:10.77]（Take money）
[00:12.10]（That's aiight hahaha）
[00:12.42]（Take money）
[00:12.76]
[00:13.44]**** your clique and the clique you claim
[00:14.89]West side when we ride
[00:16.46]Come equipped with game
[00:17.53]You claim to be a player
[00:18.85]But I ****ed your wife
[00:20.18]We bust on Bad Boyz' d**ks
[00:21.41]****ed for life
[00:22.73]Plus, Puffy tryin to see me
[00:23.96]Weak hearts I rip
[00:25.19]Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[00:26.93]Some mark ass b*****s
[00:28.17]We keep on comin
[00:29.04]While we runnin for ya jewels
[00:30.35]Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools
[00:31.99]You know the rules
[00:33.10]Little Ceaser
[00:34.25]Go ask your homie how I leave ya
[00:35.40]Cut your young ass up
[00:36.40]Leave you in pieces
[00:37.31]Now be deceased
[00:38.15]Lil' Kim
[00:39.75]Don't **** around with real Gs
[00:41.10]Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street
[00:42.27]So **** peace
[00:43.49]I let them niggas know it's on for life
[00:45.01]So let the West side ride tonight hahaa
[00:46.93]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[00:49.86]**** with me and get ya caps peeled
[00:51.87]You know
[00:52.35]See
[00:53.10]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
[00:55.16]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh）
[00:57.89]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:00.06]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:02.41]B***h, I hit 'em up!
[01:03.71]Check this out, you mother****ers know what time it is?
[01:05.87]I don't even know why I'm on this track
[01:07.10]Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
[01:08.61]Imma let my little homies ride on you
[01:10.13]B***h made ass Bad Boy b*****s
[01:11.57]Deal with it!
[01:13.22]Get out the way, yo
[01:14.17]Get out the way, yo
[01:15.81]Biggie Smallz just got dropped
[01:16.95]Little Moo, pass the Mack
[01:18.16]And let me hit him in his back
[01:19.88]Frank White need to get spanked right
[01:22.14]For settin tracks
[01:23.38]Little accident murderer
[01:24.49]And I ain't never heard of ya
[01:25.67]Poisinous gats attack
[01:27.02]When I'm servin' ya
[01:28.28]Spank the shank
[01:29.24]Ya whole style when I dank
[01:30.44]Guard your rank
[01:31.75]Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement
[01:33.20]Puffy weaker that a ****in' rocka wanna do, b***h
[01:35.06]And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, b***h
[01:37.95]With the ready power tuckin
[01:39.64]My Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[01:40.82]Your clout
[01:41.93]Pretty sour
[01:42.78]I get packages every hour
[01:43.71]I hit 'em up
[01:44.06]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
[01:45.82]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh）
[01:48.11]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
[01:50.45]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:52.76]B***h, I hit 'em up!
[01:53.76]Peep how we do it
[01:54.80]Keep it real
[01:55.30]It's penitentiary steel
[01:56.13]This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:57.74]All you niggas gettin killed
[01:58.84]With your mouths open
[02:00.11]Tryin' to come up off'a me
[02:01.22]You in the clouds hoping
[02:02.48]Smokin' weed it's like a sherm high
[02:04.00]Niggas think they learned to fly
[02:05.42]But they burned mother****er
[02:07.13]You deserve to die
[02:08.23]Talkin 'bout you gettin money
[02:09.65]But it's funny to me
[02:10.66]All you niggas living bummy
[02:12.09]While you ****in' wit me
[02:13.30]I'm a self made millionaire
[02:14.81]Thug livin' out of prison
[02:16.64]Pistols in the air （haha）
[02:17.78]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:19.63]And beg the b***h to let you sleep in the house (uh)
[02:21.93]Now it's all about Versaci
[02:25.11]You copied my style
[02:26.14]Five shots couldn't drop me
[02:27.67]I took it and smiled
[02:28.61]Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK
[02:30.92]I'm still the thug you love to hate
[02:32.82]Mother****er
[02:33.51]I hit em up
[02:34.22]I'm from N-E-W-Jerz
[02:35.22]Where plenty murders occur
[02:36.27]No points to calm
[02:37.48]We bringin' drama to all you herbs
[02:38.70]Knuckle check the scenario
[02:39.96]Lil' Cease, I bring you fake Gs to your knees
[02:41.78]Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
[02:43.33]Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
[02:45.19]Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
[02:47.81]What the ****, is you stupid?
[02:49.51]I take money
[02:50.56]Crash and mash through Brooklyn
[02:51.85]With my click lootin'
[02:53.26]Shooting and polluting your block
[02:54.28]With 15 shot c**k glock to your knot
[02:56.05]Outlaw M.A.F.I.A. clique movin' up another notch
[02:58.61]And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
[03:01.27]All your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
[03:04.01]Youz a beat biter, a Pac style taker
[03:06.29]I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit
[03:08.99]But a faker
[03:09.31]Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:10.95]'Bout to get murdered for the paper
[03:12.59]Idi Amin approach the scene
[03:13.98]Write a caper like a loc
[03:15.58]With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
[03:17.30]Totin smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
[03:19.55]Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
[03:21.41]We approchin in the wide open, guns smokin'
[03:23.58]No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got across
[03:26.19]Soon as the funk was poppin off
[03:28.43]B***h, I hit em up!
[03:31.03]Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..（hahaha）
[03:33.37]They don't wanna see us
[03:34.65]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us
[03:38.48]How the **** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
[03:41.67]We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
[03:44.23]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
[03:47.38]You little young ass Mother****erz
[03:49.00]Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or sumpin?
[03:50.64]You ****in' with me, b***h, you **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
[03:52.83]You better back the **** up befo' you get smacked the **** up
[03:56.44]That's how we do it on our side
[03:57.92]Any you niggas from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it!
[03:59.60]But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma
[04:01.33]**** you and your mother****in mama
[04:03.56]We gonna kill all you Mother****erz
[04:05.54]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
[04:07.79]Then everybody had to open they mouth with a mother****in opinion
[04:10.34]Well this how we gonna do this... **** Mobb Deep!
[04:13.24]**** Biggie... **** Bad Boy as a staff record label
[04:17.20]And as a mother****in' crew!
[04:18.59]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
[04:20.23]Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
[04:23.88]All you Mother****erz
[04:25.09]**** you too!
[04:26.45]（Take money） 2x
[04:29.06]All of y'all Mother****ers, **** you
[04:31.18]Die slow Mother****er
[04:32.23]My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
[04:34.57]You Mother****erz can't be us or see us
[04:36.50]We're mother****in thug life ridahz
[04:38.92]West side 'till we die!
[04:40.31]Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you Mother****erz
[04:43.04]We do our job
[04:45.18]You think you mob, nigga WE the mother****ing mob
[04:48.06]Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggas
[04:49.63]All you Mother****erz feel us
[04:50.76]Our shit 's going triple and four-quadruple
[04:52.63]（Take money）
[04:55.91]You niggas blast as our staff got
[04:57.56]Guns at they Mother****erz back
[04:58.82]You know how it is
[05:00.29]When we dropped records, they felt it
[05:01.50]You niggas can't feel it
[05:02.75]We the realest
[05:03.80]Hit 'Em Up (Single Version) by 2Pac, Outlawz from the album Greatest Hits: **** 'em, we Bad Boy killin'
[05:05.17]（We killin'）

作词 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
作曲 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
Ain't got no mother****ing friends
That's why I ****ed yo' b***h
You fat mother****er
（Take money）
West side
Bad Boy killaz
（Take money）
You know the realest is, niggas
（take money）
We bring it to you
（Take money）
（That's aiight hahaha）
（Take money）
**** your clique and the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boyz' d**ks
****ed for life
Plus, Puffy tryin to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Some mark ass b*****s
We keep on comin
While we runnin for ya jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools
You know the rules
Little Ceaser
Go ask your homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up
Leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil' Kim
Don't **** around with real Gs
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street
So **** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahaa
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
**** with me and get ya caps peeled
You know
See
Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh）
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
B***h, I hit 'em up!
Check this out, you mother****ers know what time it is?
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
Imma let my little homies ride on you
B***h made ass Bad Boy b*****s
Deal with it!
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way, yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mack
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right
For settin tracks
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisinous gats attack
When I'm servin' ya
Spank the shank
Ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank
Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a ****in' rocka wanna do, b***h
And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, b***h
With the ready power tuckin
My Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout
Pretty sour
I get packages every hour
I hit 'em up
Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh）
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
B***h, I hit 'em up!
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
It's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off'a me
You in the clouds hoping
Smokin' weed it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burned mother****er
You deserve to die
Talkin 'bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you ****in' wit me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison
Pistols in the air （haha）
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the b***h to let you sleep in the house (uh)
Now it's all about Versaci
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Mother****er
I hit em up
I'm from N-E-W-Jerz
Where plenty murders occur
No points to calm
We bringin' drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario
Lil' Cease, I bring you fake Gs to your knees
Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the ****, is you stupid?
I take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin'
Shooting and polluting your block
With 15 shot c**k glock to your knot
Outlaw M.A.F.I.A. clique movin' up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Youz a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit
But a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approchin in the wide open, guns smokin'
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
B***h, I hit em up!
Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..（hahaha）
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us
How the **** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
You little young ass Mother****erz
Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or sumpin?
You ****in' with me, b***h, you **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the **** up befo' you get smacked the **** up
That's how we do it on our side
Any you niggas from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma
**** you and your mother****in mama
We gonna kill all you Mother****erz
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a mother****in opinion
Well this how we gonna do this... **** Mobb Deep!
**** Biggie... **** Bad Boy as a staff record label
And as a mother****in' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
All you Mother****erz
**** you too!
（Take money） 2x
All of y'all Mother****ers, **** you
Die slow Mother****er
My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You Mother****erz can't be us or see us
We're mother****in thug life ridahz
West side 'till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you Mother****erz
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga WE the mother****ing mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggas
All you Mother****erz feel us
Our shit 's going triple and four-quadruple
（Take money）
You niggas blast as our staff got
Guns at they Mother****erz back
You know how it is
When we dropped records, they felt it
You niggas can't feel it
We the realest
Hit 'Em Up (Single Version) by 2Pac, Outlawz from the album Greatest Hits: **** 'em, we Bad Boy killin'
（We killin'）