文本歌词

Hit 'Em Up(Dirty)(Freestyle) - Jack'sauce
Lyrics by：Ombre2Choc Nation
Composed by：Ombre2Choc Nation
I ain't got no motherf**kin'
That's why I f**ked yo' b***h you fat motherf**ka
Take money west side bad boy
Take money you know you know who the realest is
N***as we bring it too
That's a'ight ha ha
Take money
First off f**k your b***h and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I f**ked your wife
We bust on bad boys n***as f**ked for life
Plus puffy tryna see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Is some mark-a*s b***hes
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin' keep on bustin' at them fools
You know the rules
Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-a*s up
Leave you in pieces now be deceased
Lil' Kim don't f**k around with real Gs
Quick to snatch yo' ugly a*s off the streets
So f**k peace
I'll let them n***as know it's on for life
Don't let the westside ride tonight ha ha
Bad boy murdered on wax and killed
F**k with me and get yo' caps peeled you know
See grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
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
N***a I hit 'em up
Check this out you motherf**kers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all n***as ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride
On you *****-made a*s bad boy b***hes feel it
Get out the way yo get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little Mu' pass the mac and
Let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get
Spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause
I'ma slam your a*s in the paint
Puffy weaker than the f**kin' block
I'm runnin' through n***a
And I'm smokin' junior mafia
In front of you n***a
With the ready power tucked in my
Guess under my eddie bauer
Your clout pettysour
I push packages every hour
I hit 'em up
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
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
N***a we hit 'em up
Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n***as gettin' killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' d**e it's like a sherm high
N***as think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you n***as livin' bummy while you f**kin' with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison pistols in the air ha ha
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a b***h 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
Motherf**ker I hit 'em up
N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario Lil' Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the f**k is you stupid
I take money crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click lootin' shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-a*s east coast props brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter a pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't s**t but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
EDI mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke
Thug life n***as better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open gun smokin'
No need for hopin' it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
N***a I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them they run hahahaha
They don't wanna see us
Whole junior mafia clique dressin' up tryna be us
How the f**k they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah mobb deep you wanna f**k with us
You little young-a*s motherf**kers
Don't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or somethin'
You're f**kin' with me n***a
You f**k around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the f**k up
Before you get smacked the f**k up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you n***as from New York
That wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin' we bringin' drama
F**k you and yo' motherf**kin' mama
We gon' kill all you motherf**kers
Now when I came out
I told you it was just about biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherf**kin' opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
This f**k mobb deep f**k biggie
F**k bad boy as a staff record
Label and as a motherf**kin' crew
And if you wanna be down with
Bad boy then f**k you too
Chino XL f**k you too
All you motherf**kers f**k you too
Take money take money
All of y'all motherf**kers f**k you die slow
Motherf**ker my 44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow
You motherf**kers can't be us or see us
We motherf**kin' thug life ridas
Westside 'til we die
Out here in California n***a we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherf**kers
We do our job
You think you mob n***a we the motherf**kin' mob
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real n***as all you motherf**kers feel us
Our s**t goes triple and 4-quadruple
Quadruple
Quadruple
Take money
You n***as laugh 'cause our staff
Got guns under they motherf**kas belts
You know how it is when we drop records they felt
You n***as can't feel it we the realest
F**k 'em we bad boy killas
Killas
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