Hit Em Up Part 2 Lyrics - 2pac

Well, come on, come on, take money 

Come on, come on, take money 

Come on, come on, wassup nigga? 

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim 

West side when we ride, come equipped with game 

You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife 

We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life 

Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip 

Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches 

We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels 

Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools 

You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah 

Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased 

Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's 

Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace 

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I'll let them niggas know it's on for life 

Don't let the west side ride the night 

Bad boys murdered on wax and kill 

Fuck with me and get your caps peeled 

You know what you see 

Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac 

Call the cops when you see 2Pac 

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish 

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace 

Nigga, I hit 'em up 

[Incomprehensible] 

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo 

Biggie Smalls just got dropped 

Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back 

Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps 

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Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah 

Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah 

Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank 

Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang 

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga 

And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga 

With the ready power tucked in my guess 

Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour 

I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up 

[Incomprehensible] 

Call the cops when you see 2Pac 

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish 

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace 

Nigga, 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 getting killed 

With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me 

You and the clouds hoping smoking dope 

It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly 

But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die 

Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me 

All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me 

I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air 

Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch 

And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house 

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style 

Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled 

Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK 

I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up 

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs 

No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds 

Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas' 

I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these 

Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up 

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up 

What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money 

Crash and mash through Brooklyn 

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block 

With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot 

Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch 

And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped 

And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked 

You'se a B writer, Pac style taker 

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker 

So fill the alazhay with a chaser 

'Bout to get murdered for the paper 

E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper 

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke 

Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke 

Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching 

In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping 

It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed 

As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up 

[Incomprehensible] 

Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish 

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace 

Nigga, I hit 'em up