求2pac的“Hitemup”的歌词

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求2pac的“Hit'em up”的歌词

Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(take money) WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE!!

Bad Boy killers

(take money) You know the realest is niggaz

(take money) We bring it to you

(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight (haha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

I'ma let my lil homies ride on you

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Twank the shank ya whole style when I kank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pank

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer

ya clout, pretty sour I put packages every hour

to hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin

killed with ya mouths open

tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping

smokin dope it's like a sherm high

Niggaz think they learned to fly

But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me

all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me

I'm a self-made milionare

Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch

and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style

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

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

I'm still the thug you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurz

No point to calm her, we bringin drama to all you heard

Local check the scenario, Little Ceaze

I bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'

Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?

Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck

is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block

with 15 shots cock glock to your knot

Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch

And you box stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper

like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold

Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke

Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin

in the wide open, guns smokin

no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across

Soon as the funk was poppin off

Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us

How the fuck 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 fuck with us?

You little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?

You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around

and have a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up

Tha's how we do it on our side

Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it

But we ain't singin, we bringin drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfuckers

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Den everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion

Well this how we gonna do dis

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label

and as a motherfuckin crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker

My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they

motherfuckers belt, you know how it is

When we drop records they felt

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz!

tournament,competition,contest,race都有比赛的意思，它们的区别

tournament

1)比赛;锦标赛;联赛

Our team won the championship in the basketball tournament. 我们队在篮球联赛中赢得冠军。

competition

1)竞争,角逐

Competition among youths to enter the best colleges is intense.年轻人想进一流大学的竞争是很激烈的。

2)比赛,竞赛;赛会

I entered a chess competition and finished third.我参加了象棋比赛名列第三。

English speaking composition 英语演讲比赛

contest

1) 争夺,竞争

A bitter contest developed between the two men for that position.那两个人为得到这一职位展开了激烈的竞争。

2).竞赛,比赛

He took part in the composition contest and won a prize. 他参加作文比赛并得了奖。

race

1) 速度比赛

What about the sailboat race? 帆船竞赛怎么样？

They doped the horse up and it won the race. 他们给那匹马服用兴奋剂，它赢了比赛。

总而言之，tournament和race侧重于体育比赛，但race还有比喻义，如arms race军备竞赛。competition和contest侧重于体育之外的比赛。

经典骂人的台词是什麼？

经典骂人= Hit 'em up

很长= =

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no motherfucking friends

That's why I fucked your bitch

You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}

West Side

Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}

You know who the realist is

niggas we bring it to {Take Money}

(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a player

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 your jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie

How I'll leave you

Cut your young ass up

See you in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim,

Don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know

It's on for Life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night (ha ha)

Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill

fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, see

[Chorus:]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh

Who shot me,

But your punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out

You motherfuckers know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my lit......更多唯美的句子：www.234p.cn

和2PAC合唱hit en up的那个人是谁?

the Outlaw和2pac

视频:

[www.tudou]

歌词:

Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(take money) WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE!!

Bad Boy killers

(take money) You know the realest is niggaz

(take money) We bring it to you

(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight (haha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

I'ma let my lil homies ride on you

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Twank the shank ya whole style when I kank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pank

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer

ya clout, pretty sour I put packages every hour

to hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin

killed with ya mouths open

tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping

smokin dope it's like a sherm high

Niggaz think they learned to fly

But they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me

all you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me

I'm a self-made milionare

Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch

and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style

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

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

I'm still the thug you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurz

No point to calm her, we bringin drama to all you heard

Local check the scenario, Little Ceaze

I bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'

Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?

Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck

is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block

with 15 shots cock glock to your knot

Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch

And you box stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper

like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold

Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke

Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin

in the wide open, guns smokin

no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across

Soon as the funk was poppin off

Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us

How the fuck 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 fuck with us?

You little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?

You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around

and have a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up

Tha's how we do it on our side

Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it

But we ain't singin, we bringin drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfuckers

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Den everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion

Well this how we gonna do dis

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label

and as a motherfuckin crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker

My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they

motherfuckers belt, you know how it is

When we drop records they felt

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz!

http://www.tudou/programs/view/6hqkAg07xYc/歌曲叫什么？歌手是谁？谢谢！

Hit 'Em Up (Dumpin' Remix)

2Pac

---

Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(take money) West side!!

Bad Boy killers

(take money) You know the realest is niggaz

(take money) We bring it to you

(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

West side when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight hahahah

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Fuck wit' me and get ya cap spilt, you know ... see ...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

I'ma let my little homies ride on you

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Verse Two:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour

and hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin

killed with ya mouths open

tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping

smokin dope it's like a sherm high

Niggaz think they learned to fly

But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me

All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me

I'm a self made milionare

Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch

and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style

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

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

I'm still the thug you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

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?

Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck

is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block

with 15 shots cock glock to your knot

Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch

And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

Softer than Alize with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

Idi Amin approach the scene

Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold

Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke

Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin

in the wide open, guns smokin

no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across

Soon as the funk was poppin off

Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always doin our job

We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?

You little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?

You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around

and have a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up

That's how we do it on our side

Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it

But we ain't singin, we bringin drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfuckers

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion

Well this how we gonna do this

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label

and as a motherfuckin crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker

My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We the motherfuckin Thug Life rides West side till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they

motherfuckers back, you know how it is

When we drop records they feel it

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

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谁知道迈克尔杰克逊老被用做NBA打架视频的那首歌叫什么名字？

2pac - Hit`em up So I fucked your bitch

You fat mutha-fucka {take money}

West side

Bad boy killers {take money}

You know who the realist is

Niggas we bring it to {take money}

[ha ha, thats alright]

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 Ill leave yah

Cut your young ass up

See yah in pieces

Now be deceased

Little kim,

Dont fuck with real ass gs

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

Ill let them niggas know

Its on for life

Dont let the west side

Ride the night [ha ha]

Bad boys murdered on wax and kill

Fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, see

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didnt finish

Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, I hit em up

Check this out

You mutha-fuckas know what time it is

I dont know why Im even on this track

Yall niggas aint even on my level

Im going to let my little homies

Ride on yah

Bitch made ass bad boys bitches

{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo

Biggie smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac

And let me hit em in his back

Frank white needs to get spanked right

For setting up traps

Little accident murderers

And I aint never heard of yah

Poise less gats attack when Im serving yah

Spank the shank

Your whole style when I gank

Gaurd your rank

Cause Im a slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin block

Im running through nigga

And Im smoking junior mafia

In front of yah nigga

With the ready power

Tucked in my guess

Under my eddie bower

Your clout petty sour

I push packages ever hour

I hit em up

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didnt finish

Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, we hit em up

Peep how we do it

Keep it real

Its penitentary steel

This aint 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

Its like a shermine

Niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die

Talking about you getting money

But its funny to me

All you niggas living bummy

While you fucking with me?

Im a self made millioniare

Thug livin, out of prison

Pistols in the air {air} [ha ha]

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

And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house

Now its all about versace

You copied my style

Five shots couldnt drop me

I took it and smiled

Now Im back to set the record straight

With my a-k

Im still the thug that you love to hate

Mutha-fucka Ill hit em up

Im from n e w jers.

Where plenty of murders occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenerio

Little ceas

Ill bring you fake gs to yah knees

Copin pleas with these [? ? ? ]

Little kim is yah

Coked up or doped up

Get your little junior whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I 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 knotch

And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

Yous a b-writer

Pac style taker

Ill tell you to face, you aint nothing shit but a faker

Soften the alize with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

Idi amin approach the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little ceas in a choke [uhh]

Toting smoke, we aint no mutha-fuckin joke

Thug life, niggas better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

Its a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off

Nigga, I hit em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run [ha ha]

They dont wanna see us

Whole junior mafia click

Dressing up to be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob?

When we always on out job

We millionaires

Killing aint fair

But somebody got to do it

Oh yah mobb deep [uhh]

You wanna fuck with us

You little young ass mutha-fuckas

Dont one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something

You fucking with me, nigga ?

You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from new york that want to bring it,

Bring it.

But we aint singing,

We bringing drama

Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.

We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion

Well this is how we gon do this:

Fuck mobb deep,

Fuck biggie,

Fuck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.

And if you want to be down with bad boy,

Then fuck you too.

Chino xl, fuck you too.

All you mother fuckers,

Fuck you too.

(take money, take money)

All of yall mother fuckers,

Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.

My fo fo (.44 magnum) make sure all yo kids dont grow.

You mother fuckers cant be us or see us.

We mother fuckin thug life riders.

West side till we die.

Out here in california, nigga

We warned ya

Well bomb on you mother fuckers.

We do our job.

You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin mob

Aint nuttin but killers

And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.

Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple

You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin belts

You know how it is and we drop records they felt

You niggas cant feel it

We the realist

Fuck em.

We bad boy killas.

看的一个NBA打架视频的背景RAP想问是谁唱的歌名是什么

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2pac - Hit`em up

So I fucked your bitch

You fat mutha-fucka {take money}

West side

Bad boy killers {take money}

You know who the realist is

Niggas we bring it to {take money}

[ha ha, thats alright]

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 Ill leave yah

Cut your young ass up

See yah in pieces

Now be deceased

Little kim,

Dont fuck with real ass gs

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

Ill let them niggas know

Its on for life

Dont let the west side

Ride the night [ha ha]

Bad boys murdered on wax and kill

Fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, see

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didnt finish

Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, I hit em up

Check this out

You mutha-fuckas know what time it is

I dont know why Im even on this track

Yall niggas aint even on my level

Im going to let my little homies

Ride on yah

Bitch made ass bad boys bitches

{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo

Biggie smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac

And let me hit em in his back

Frank white needs to get spanked right

For setting up traps

Little accident murderers

And I aint never heard of yah

Poise less gats attack when Im serving yah

Spank the shank

Your whole style when I gank

Gaurd your rank

Cause Im a slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin block

Im running through nigga

And Im smoking junior mafia

In front of yah nigga

With the ready power

Tucked in my guess

Under my eddie bower

Your clout petty sour

I push packages ever hour

I hit em up

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didnt finish

Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, we hit em up

Peep how we do it

Keep it real

Its penitentary steel

This aint 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

Its like a shermine

Niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die

Talking about you getting money

But its funny to me

All you niggas living bummy

While you fucking with me?

Im a self made millioniare

Thug livin, out of prison

Pistols in the air {air} [ha ha]

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

And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house

Now its all about versace

You copied my style

Five shots couldnt drop me

I took it and smiled

Now Im back to set the record straight

With my a-k

Im still the thug that you love to hate

Mutha-fucka Ill hit em up

Im from n e w jers.

Where plenty of murders occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenerio

Little ceas

Ill bring you fake gs to yah knees

Copin pleas with these [? ? ? ]

Little kim is yah

Coked up or doped up

Get your little junior whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I 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 knotch

And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

Yous a b-writer

Pac style taker

Ill tell you to face, you aint nothing shit but a faker

Soften the alize with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

Idi amin approach the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little ceas in a choke [uhh]

Toting smoke, we aint no mutha-fuckin joke

Thug life, niggas better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

Its a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off

Nigga, I hit em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run [ha ha]

They dont wanna see us

Whole junior mafia click

Dressing up to be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob?

When we always on out job

We millionaires

Killing aint fair

But somebody got to do it

Oh yah mobb deep [uhh]

You wanna fuck with us

You little young ass mutha-fuckas

Dont one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something

You fucking with me, nigga ?

You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from new york that want to bring it,

Bring it.

But we aint singing,

We bringing drama

Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.

We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion

Well this is how we gon do this:

Fuck mobb deep,

Fuck biggie,

Fuck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.

And if you want to be down with bad boy,

Then fuck you too.

Chino xl, fuck you too.

All you mother fuckers,

Fuck you too.

(take money, take money)

All of yall mother fuckers,

Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.

My fo fo (.44 magnum) make sure all yo kids dont grow.

You mother fuckers cant be us or see us.

We mother fuckin thug life riders.

West side till we die.

Out here in california, nigga

We warned ya

Well bomb on you mother fuckers.

We do our job.

You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin mob

Aint nuttin but killers

And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.

Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple

You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin belts

You know how it is and we drop records they felt

You niggas cant feel it

We the realist

Fuck em.

We bad boy killas.

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hit em up

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