Hit Em Up Lyrics. Hit 'Em Up (Dirty) 2Pac (Lyrics) YouTube That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (you know) you know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too. In front of you nigga With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up Grab ya 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 Nigga, I hit em' up Peep how we do it, keep it.
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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (you know) you know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too. (Tupac) I ain't got no motherfucking friends That's why I fucked your bitch You fat motherfucker (Take Money) West Side Bad Boy Killers (Take Money) You know.
Artist/Group: 2PacAlbum: N/AReleased: 1996Label: Death Row/InterscopeWatch the Official Video of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41qC3w3UUkU-----. Hit 'Em Up Lyrics: (Sucker-ass) I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends / That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money) / Westside, Bad Boy killers (Take money, you know) / You know (I ain't got no motherfucking friends) That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker West Side! Bad Boy killers! You know who this is (Take money, take money) First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim.
Tupac Hit Em Up Lyrics YouTube. Hit 'em up [Verse 3: E.D.I Mean] Now this is me, BK all day, ain't no Bloodin', ain't no Crippin' Strictly Bad Boy killer, shoot that ass like a squealer Now let this motherfucka top down, I'm. [Chorus] Oh, 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 3] Peep how we do it, keep it.
2Pac Hit 'Em Up Lyrics. (I ain't got no motherfucking friends) That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker West Side! Bad Boy killers! You know who this is (Take money, take money) First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim. Verse Four: Kadafi I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up