Artist: 2Pac f/Outlawz & storm
Album:  Unreleased
Song:   Hit em' up 2

[2pac]
niggas talk much shit, so much played shit
i fucked ya bitch cause shes easy to get, witness the hit
talk bad about a nigga when i got blasted
i hope you made a lil money while it lasted
i heard they call ya big poppa, nigga how ya figure
cause to me youll always be a phoney fat nigger.
i cant see you in vashachi, nigga you look ruff
scared as fuck if the guns would bust
now niggas stop i gotta listen to playa haters that r fakes
you bitch niggas are gettin blown away.
you crosseyed, down syndrome, crack baby
you and puffy are tough now thats crazy
i got you ass in my sight, niggas dieng tonight
we screamin, wwwwweeeeessssstttttsssssiiiiiddddddeeeee for life.
and i cant wait to see you niggas in traffic cause we gonna get em up
when you see me you better duck, nigga i hit'em up

[chrous 2pac]
grab ya glocks when ya see tupac
call the cops when ya see tupac
who shot me but ya punks didnt finish
now ya bought to feel the wrath of a minace
nigga i hit'em up.

[outlaw 1]
tought to bust my thang when i was younger
i swear to god i ill leave you sticky as a recent cummer.
niggas run up, mo murder for the money
got caught up trying to make a fake record, you should have checked it
i bet in ya life, youll never gonna see a nigga like me wanting to fight on
t.v.
i ratha release on the streets, and put a slug in you bust ass niggas so
please
i got some niggas back in jersey, that would ratha be jackin cars and robbin
bitch niggas like yall for emergencys.

lets take it back to the westside,
niggas sure gonna be ridahs, cant touch thug life niggas, we always multipli.
see you on the trigger while im standing bye.
we dont trust'em, they might be the first that we gonna bust on
just label me a badboy killa,
you mobb deep bitches gonna feel us when we bringin it illa.

[outlaw 2]
im a bbk all day, aint no frontin, aint no trippin
stricly bad boy killin.shoot that ass like a swillin.
let this muthafucka drop down, fixing to throw down
you niggas gonna hop down.
sendin a shout out, to all my niggas
our enimies we got in the game.
you gonna get yo ass shot simple and plain.
yall know the name,drama, through the whole line up.
bustin crazy cause we dont give a fuck,
we gonna have to hit they ass on up.

[outlaw 3]
get out the way yo, get out the way yo
biggie smalls just got shot.
and im a true nigga, stormin,
let me catch ya fatass in california,
i catch you on any eastcoast corner and yo ass is a goner.
puffy hit the fuckin block, ill run at you nigga.
and ill smoke the junior mafia in front of you nigga.
with the ready power, ducked in clothes, in my eddie baher
you clowns petty style, ill send bomb packages every hour.
my guns blast as i pass ,fat boy,
i get the cash,handle it fast, thats yo ass shorty.
i gotta team of ridahs with cobras,we comin over
never sober.

[outlaw 4]
im on a twelve o' clock flight to brooklyn.
and im lookin, for the single nigga ready to get his life tooken.
so were your killings at, you fake trick.
edi will leave your coward ass striped and a full clip in yo stomach.
you been all year nigga runnin,poppin every coward and every nigga behind
you.
i made it about impossible for you niggas to escape.
another murder or visit to the hospital, i cant wait.
meet up wit all you bitches in the streets,
so i can leave all you cowards coverd in white sheets.
when we hit'em up.

[storm]
if ya a big bad mothafucka, come step to this
i got ya life in the hit, and one hidden in the clip.
who wanna test this, to the 1 2 3, bound to get they ass put under.
cause the storm is bringin nothing but thunder.
who's the bomb nigga, quick to feel that kill that sorry nigga
situation na na, whos the bigga trigga.
i approached the 2 G's, you thought i was easy
now you begging on ya knees, pleasey.

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