HIT EM UP - 2PAC 等

康佛神

Intro: zeb
I ain't got no mother***in friends
That's why I ***ed yo' bitch, you fat mother***er
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
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, *** your bitch and the click you claim
WESTSIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I ***ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas *** for life
Plus Puffy tryna 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 them fools, you know the rules
Little Caeser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, see you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't *** around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so *** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys murdered on wax, and killed
*** 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 mutha***as know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz 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 traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pang
Puffy weaker than a ***in block i'm running through nigga
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I 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 shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha***a, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you ***in with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta prison, pistols in the air,(hahaha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, 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
Mother***er, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point to come, we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
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 ***
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 popstars popped get dropped and mopped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin 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 mutha***in 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 bobbin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (haha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the *** 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 *** with us?
You little young ass mother***ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You ***in with me nigga you *** around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the *** up, fore you get smacked the *** 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
*** you and your mother***in mama
We gonna kill all you mother***ers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth for the mother***er opinion
Well this how we gonna do dis
*** Mobb Deep
*** Biggie
*** Bad Boy as a staff record, record label
and as a mother***in crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then *** you too
Chino XL, *** you too
All you mother***ers, *** you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all mother***ers, *** you die slow mother***er
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You mother***ers can't be us or see us
We the mother***in Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California Nigga we warn ya we'll bomb on you mother***ers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the mother***in mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you mother***ers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
mother***ers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, *** EM, we Bad Boy killaz! (we killin)

Domian

突然这么帮派....
其实看看tupac这么个骂人法 再加上那些道儿上的乱七八糟事 感觉他被人做掉也很理所应当的....
这么长一首 LZ辛苦~~

二八

个人认为骂人就是要这么骂，不然不如不骂。。。
LZ该再多点JQ，这样才能让观众同感受。。。