What all my Nyc niggas thought when Tupac first dropped this video????
|8 years ago||'07 #42|
$7,774 | 169
This track came outta no where. sh*t was ridiculous. He didnt even add it to All Eyez On Me which woulda made it more of a classic if thats even possible.
Hit Em Up>>>>
|8 years ago||'04 #43|
$26,444 | 3939
Pac's flow on this was just untouchable and full of rage nobody was fu*king with dude
You know you was singing that sh*t, you know all the words n*gga
"We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young a.ss up
leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Don't fu*k around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly a.ss, off the streets
So fu*k peace"
even the hook is a fu*king quotable
"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
n*gga, I hit 'em up"
"Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary still
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n*ggas getting k!lled
With your mouths open"
"it's like a sherm high
n*ggas think they learn to fly
but they burn motherfu*kers
you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you n*ggas living bummy
While you fu*king with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air"
"Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bi*ch 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 A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-fu*ker I'll Hit 'Em Up"
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fu*k they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fu*k with us
You Little young a.ss motherfu*kers
Don't one of you n*ggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fu*king with me, n*gga?
You fu*k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fu*k up
Before you get smacked the fu*k up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you n*ggas from New York that want to bring it,
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fu*k you and your mother fu*king mama.
We're gonna k!ll all you mother fu*kers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fu*king opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fu*k Mobb Deep,
fu*k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fu*king crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fu*k you too.
Chino XL, fu*k you too.
All you mother fu*kers,
fu*k you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fu*kers,
fu*k you, die slow motherfu*ker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfu*kers can't be us or see us.
We mother fu*kin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, n*gga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fu*kers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, n*gga, we the motherfu*kin' mob
Ain't nothing but k!llers
And the real n*ggas, all you motherfu*kers feel us.
Our sh*t goes triple and four quadruple
You n*ggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfu*kin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You n*ggas can't feel it
We the realist
We Bad Boy k!llers.
are you serious, no quotables???
hit em up>>>>> than your life
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|01-23-2009, 08:12 PM||#47|