Hit 'Em Up 2

[ Intro ]

( 2Pac )

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

[ Verse 1 ]

( 2Pac )

Cause 
Uh
Niggas 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 copy these
And 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 the 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 ]

( 2Pac )

Grab your glocks
When you see 2Pac
( Uh )
Call the cops
When you see 2Pac
( Uh )
Who 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 )

It's 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 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.D.I. Mean )

Now this is me
B. K. 
All day
Ain't no frontin'
Ain't no quicker
Strictly Bad Boy killer
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
That shit don't hurt you
They be put to rest
Montana's
Ment 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
Ridahs
Through the whole line up
Niggas get taught
Not for what they good for
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
Get out the way
Yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle
Stormin'
Nigga don't need your fat ass 
In California
I catch you
On any East Coast corner
And you's ass is a goner
Puffy 
We get in a fuckin' block
I'll run at you nigga
And I
Smokin' the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Ducked in my guess
Under my Eddie Bower
You clout petty sour
I push bomb 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 )

I'm on a twelve o' clock
Cruise to Brooklyn
And I'm lookin'
For the thurlness in your barrel
Ready to get his life tookin'
So where your killers at
If any trick
Don't tempt me
To leave your coward ass 
Stripped
And a full clip 
Empty in your stomach
Usin' all year
Nigga run it
Poppin' all you cowards
That be jockin' a nigga
Behind it
You done just about made it
Impossible to escape
Another 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
Leakin' in your fuckin' seats
When we hit 'em up

[ Verse 6 ]

( Storm )

If you a big bad muthafucka
Come step to this
I got points in the clips
And rhymes out the clits
Who wanna test that
To the one two three
Pound a bound
To get they ass
Put under
Cause the Storm
Bringin' nothin' but thunder
( That's right )
Who's the bomb nigga
Quick to feel that 
Itchy finger
Situation
I'm a na-na
Who's the bigger trigger
Approached a true G
You thought I was bitch easy
Now you're on your knees
Beggin' me

[ Outro ]

( Prince Idol Joe )

Who free
Broke broke
A new fee
Rich rich
All the immortal
Will never switch
Police in drama
At it wide
I'm a snitch
Mr. Thug Life
He get berry
Not a ditch
New York corner
Better respect 2Pac
Got a you big
Yes
And proud to be black
Jealousy
Someone gonna
Act like idiot
I be gonna come a
Come a
And then smoke crack
2Pac had an article
And that's a fact
So so 
See day
And so so 
See that

New York corner
Better respect 2Pac
If none of this
You're gonna get a gun shot
All the immortal
Will come and attack
Radical Posse
As we at Thug Life back
Jamiacan Posse
As we love 2Pac
Warrior black
As to you do
Smoke crack

New your corner
Better respect 2Pac
Got a you big
High
And proud to be black
Jealousy
Someone gonna
Act like idiot
I be gonna come a
Come a
And then smoke crack
2Pac had an article
And that's a fact
So so 
See day
And so so 
See that
Respect 2Pac 






1998
Copyright Dusty Lybarger
Transcribed by Dusty Lybarger
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