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Gli accordi usati in "Hit ‘Em Up" di 2Pac sono: LAm, REm, MI7, MIm. Tonalità: DO.

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"Hit ‘Em Up" di 2Pac è in tonalità DO.

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Hit ‘Em Up 2Pac Key: DO I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass) LAm That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker REm West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money) MI7 You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money) LAm That's aight (Take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim REm Westside when we ride, come equipped with game MIm You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife LAm We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip REm Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches MI7 We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels LAm Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya REm Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased MI7 Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's LAm Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life REm Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha) MI7 Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed LAm Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac REm Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh MI7 Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish LAm Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit em' up Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money) REm I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money) MI7 Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money) LAm Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up, yo) Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo REm Biggie Smalls just got dropped MIm Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back LAm Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya REm Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya MI7 Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank LAm Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga REm And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga MI7 With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer LAm Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac REm Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh MI7 Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish LAm Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up Peep how we do it, REm keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle MI7 All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open LAm Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly REm But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die MI7 Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me LAm All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self-made millionaire REm Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air MI7 Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch LAm And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style REm Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled MIm Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight LAm With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up I'm from N-E-W Jers' Where plenty murders occurs REm No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs MIm Now go check the scenario LAm Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? REm Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up MIm What the fuck, is you stupid? LAm I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot REm Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch MIm And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped LAm And all your fake ass East Coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a beat biter A Pac style taker REm I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker MI7 Softer than Alizé with a chaser LAm About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper REm Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke MI7 Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known LAm We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost REm I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off MI7 Nigga, I hit 'em up LAm Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (hahaha) They don't wanna see us (take money) REm Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Dressing up trying to be us (take money) MI7 How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) LAm We millionaires Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) REm you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money) Don't one of you niggas MI7 got sickle cell or something? (Take money) You fucking with me LAm Nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money) You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up REm This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York MI7 that wanna bring it, bring it But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama LAm Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama We gon' kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, REm I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth MI7 with a motherfuckin' opinion Well this is how we gon' do this LAm Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, REm record label and as a motherfuckin' crew MI7 And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then fuck you too LAm Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too REm (take money, take money) MIm All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker LAm My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us REm We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside 'til we die MIm Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya LAm We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob REm Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas MI7 All you motherfuckers feel us LAm Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got REm Guns in they motherfuckers belts MI7 You know how it is when we drop records, they felt LAm You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)

Hit ‘Em Up

2Pac · Key DO

I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)

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

West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money)

You know who the realest is, niggas,

we bring it to you (take money)

That's aight (Take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life

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

Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

some mark-ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels

Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools,

you know the rules

Lil' 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 the streets,

so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

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

Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac

Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh

Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish

Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know

what time it is (take money)

I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money)

Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money)

Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches,

feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up, yo)

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 need to get spanked right

for settin' traps

Little accident murderers

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 ass in the paint

Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block

I'm runnin' through, nigga

And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A.

in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin' my Guess

under my Eddie Bauer

Ya clout petty sour,

I push packages every hour, hit 'em up

Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac

Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh

Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish

Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, we hit em' up

Peep how we do it,

keep it real as penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open

Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'

Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high,

niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me

All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?

I'm a self-made millionaire

Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air

Biggie, remember when I used

to let you sleep on the couch

And beg a 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 'bout to set the record straight

With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jers'

Where plenty murders occurs

No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs

Now go check the scenario

Little Ceas', 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 clique smoked up

What the fuck, is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my clique 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

And all your fake ass 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 shit but a faker

Softer than Alizé with a chaser

About to get murdered for the paper

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

Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke

Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggas better be known

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

Nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run (hahaha)

They don't wanna see us (take money)

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

Dressing up trying to be us (take money)

How the fuck they gon' be the mob

when we always on our job? (Take money)

We millionaires

Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money)

you wanna fuck with us?

You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money)

Don't one of you niggas

got sickle cell or something? (Take money)

You fucking with me

Nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure

or a heart attack (take money)

You better back the fuck up

'fore you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York

that wanna bring it, bring it

But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama

We gon' 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 is how we gon' do this

Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff,

record label and as a motherfuckin' crew

And if you want to be down with Bad Bo,

then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money, take money)

All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you,

die slow, motherfucker

My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders,

Westside 'til we die

Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job

You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple (Take money)

You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got

Guns in they motherfuckers belts

You know how it is when we drop records, they felt

You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)

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