They Tryin' To Kill Me - 2Pac (图派克) That's why I f**ked your b***h You're fat motherf**ker take money West side Bad boy killers take money You know who the realist is N***as we bring it to take money Ha ha take money First off f**k your b***h And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a player But I f**ked your wife We bust on bad boys N***as f**k for life Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie smalls and junior mafia Some mark a*s b***hes 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 a*s up See you in pieces Now be deceased Little kim Don't f**k around with real g's Quick to snatch your ugly a*s off the streets So f**k peace I'll let them n***as know It's on for life Don't let the west side Ride the night ha ha Bad boys murdered on wax and kill F**k with me And get your caps peeled You know see 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***a I hit 'em up Check this out You motherf**kers know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track You all n***as ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on you B***h made a*s bad boys b***hes Ah yo yo hold the f**k up Get out the way yo 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 ain't never heard of you Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block I'm running through n***a And I'm smoking junior mafia In front of you n***a With the ready power Tucked in my guess Under my eddie bauer 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 uh Who shot me But your punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace N***a I hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you n***as getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking d**e It's like a shermine N***as think they learned to fly But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die Talking about you getting money But it's funny to me All you n***as living bummy While you f**king with me I'm a self made millionaire 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 b***h 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-f**ker I'll hit 'em up I'm from n e w jers Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenario Little ceas' I'll bring you fake g's to your knees Copin' pleas with these Little kim is you Coked up or d**ed up Get your little junior whopper click smoked up What the f**k 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 notch And your pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake a*s east coast props Brainstormed and locked You're a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face you ain't nothing s**t but a faker So fill the alize with a chaser 'Bout to get murdered for the paper Edi I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke uh Toting smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke Thug life n***as better be known Be approaching In the wide open gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off N***a I 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 f**k they gonna be the mob When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah mobb deep uh You wanna f**k with us You little young a*s motherf**kers Don't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something You're f**king with me n***a You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the f**k up Before you get smacked the f**k up This is how we do it on our side Any of you n***as from new york that want to bring it Bring it But we ain't singing We bringing drama F**k you and your mother f**king mama We're gonna kill all you mother f**kers Now when I came out I told you it was just about biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**king opinion Well this is how we gonna' do this F**k mobb deep F**k biggie F**k bad boy as a staff record label And as a mother f**king crew And if you want to be down with bad boy Then f**k you too Chino xl f**k you too All you mother f**kers F**k you too Take money take money All of y'all mother f**kers F**k you die slow motherf**ker My four four 44 magnum make sure all your kids don't grow You motherf**kers can't be us or see us We mother f**kin' thug life riders West side till' we die Out here in california n***a We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother f**kers We do our job You think you the mob n***a we the motherf**kin' mob Ain't nothing but killers And the real n***as all you motherf**kers feel us Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple You n***as laugh 'cause our staff got guns under They motherf**kin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You n***as can't feel it We the realist F**k 'em We bad boy killers
[ti:Hit Em Up] [ar:2Pac] [al:Greatest Hits] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]They Tryin' To Kill Me - 2Pac (图派克) [00:01.67]That's why I f**ked your b***h [00:03.18]You're fat motherf**ker take money [00:05.14]West side [00:06.24]Bad boy killers take money [00:07.78]You know who the realist is [00:08.95]N***as we bring it to take money [00:11.25]Ha ha take money [00:12.88]First off f**k your b***h [00:14.18]And the click you claim [00:15.54]West side when we ride [00:16.76]Come equipped with game [00:17.96]You claim to be a player [00:19.31]But I f**ked your wife [00:20.40]We bust on bad boys [00:21.85]N***as f**k for life [00:22.96]Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak [00:24.64]Hearts I rip [00:25.42]Biggie smalls and junior mafia [00:26.87]Some mark a*s b***hes [00:28.43]We keep on coming [00:29.32]While we running for your jewels [00:30.52]Steady gunning [00:31.24]Keep on busting at them fools [00:32.63]You know the rules [00:33.65]Little ceasar go ask you homie [00:34.99]How I'll leave you [00:35.64]Cut your young a*s up [00:36.69]See you in pieces [00:37.69]Now be deceased [00:38.64]Little kim [00:39.14]Don't f**k around with real g's [00:40.69]Quick to snatch your ugly a*s off the streets [00:42.73]So f**k peace [00:43.69]I'll let them n***as know [00:44.62]It's on for life [00:45.61]Don't let the west side [00:46.61]Ride the night ha ha [00:48.54]Bad boys murdered on wax and kill [00:50.65]F**k with me [00:51.30]And get your caps peeled [00:52.66]You know see [00:53.78]Grab your glocks when you see 2pac [00:56.29]Call the cops when you see 2pac uh [00:58.92]Who shot me [00:59.61]But your punks didn't finish [01:00.74]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:02.89]N***a I hit 'em up [01:04.10]Check this out [01:04.71]You motherf**kers know what time it is [01:06.09]I don't know why I'm even on this track [01:07.74]You all n***as ain't even on my level [01:08.93]I'm going to let my little homies [01:09.89]Ride on you [01:10.54]B***h made a*s bad boys b***hes [01:12.25]Ah yo yo hold the f**k up [01:13.33]Get out the way yo [01:14.54]Get out the way yo [01:16.26]Biggie smalls just got dropped [01:17.92]Little move pass the mac [01:19.47]And let me hit 'em in his back [01:21.01]Frank white needs to get spanked right [01:22.73]For setting up traps [01:23.48]Little accident murderers [01:24.99]And I ain't never heard of you [01:26.41]Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you [01:28.90]Spank the shank [01:29.73]Your whole style when I gank [01:31.31]Guard your rank [01:31.95]'Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang [01:33.65]Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block [01:35.17]I'm running through n***a [01:36.19]And I'm smoking junior mafia [01:37.51]In front of you n***a [01:38.52]With the ready power [01:39.49]Tucked in my guess [01:40.14]Under my eddie bauer [01:41.25]Your clout petty sour [01:42.16]I push packages ever hour [01:43.60]I hit 'em up [01:44.15]Grab your glocks when you see 2pac [01:46.72]Call the cops when you see 2pac uh [01:49.23]Who shot me [01:50.07]But your punks didn't finish [01:51.16]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:53.31]N***a I hit 'em up [01:54.33]Peep how we do it [01:55.11]Keep it real [01:55.56]Its penitentiary steel [01:56.76]This ain't no freestyle battle [01:58.20]All you n***as getting killed [01:59.42]With your mouths open [02:00.69]Tryin' to come up off of me [02:01.80]You and the clouds hoping [02:03.07]Smoking d**e [02:03.67]It's like a shermine [02:04.75]N***as think they learned to fly [02:06.44]But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die [02:08.83]Talking about you getting money [02:10.18]But it's funny to me [02:11.40]All you n***as living bummy [02:12.72]While you f**king with me [02:13.88]I'm a self made millionaire [02:15.93]Thug livin' out of prison [02:17.10]Pistols in the air air ha ha [02:18.80]Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch [02:21.33]And beg the b***h to let you sleep in the house [02:24.01]Now it's all about versace [02:25.39]You copied my style [02:26.46]Five shots couldn't drop me [02:28.01]I took it and smiled [02:29.03]Now I'm back to set the record straight [02:30.77]With my a-k [02:31.39]I'm still the thug that you love to hate [02:33.36]Mother-f**ker I'll hit 'em up [02:34.46]I'm from n e w jers [02:35.61]Where plenty of murder occurs [02:36.85]No points to come [02:37.65]We bring drama to all you herds [02:39.33]Now go check the scenario [02:40.72]Little ceas' [02:41.27]I'll bring you fake g's to your knees [02:42.97]Copin' pleas with these [02:44.44]Little kim is you [02:45.21]Coked up or d**ed up [02:46.44]Get your little junior whopper click smoked up [02:48.63]What the f**k [02:49.29]Is you stupid [02:49.84]I take money [02:50.83]Crash and mash through brooklyn [02:52.41]With my click looting shooting and polluting your block [02:54.72]With fifteen shot [02:55.68]Cocked glock to your knot [02:56.81]Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch [02:59.26]And your pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped [03:01.57]And all your fake a*s east coast props [03:03.41]Brainstormed and locked [03:04.40]You're a beat biter [03:05.95]Pac style taker [03:07.05]I'll tell you to face you ain't nothing s**t but a faker [03:09.55]So fill the alize with a chaser [03:11.52]'Bout to get murdered for the paper [03:12.98]Edi I mean post the scene of the caper [03:15.41]Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke uh [03:17.88]Toting smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke [03:20.09]Thug life n***as better be known [03:21.87]Be approaching [03:22.59]In the wide open gun smoking [03:24.37]No need for hoping [03:25.09]It's a battle lost [03:26.26]I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off [03:29.05]N***a I hit 'em up [03:31.07]Now you tell me who won [03:32.67]I see them they run ha ha [03:35.29]They don't wanna see us [03:36.53]Whole junior mafia click [03:37.84]Dressing up to be us [03:39.17]How the f**k they gonna be the mob [03:40.45]When we always on out job [03:41.57]We millionaire's [03:42.72]Killing ain't fair [03:43.32]But somebody got to do it [03:44.61]Oh yah mobb deep uh [03:46.41]You wanna f**k with us [03:47.56]You little young a*s motherf**kers [03:49.09]Don't one of you n***as got sickle-cell or something [03:51.20]You're f**king with me n***a [03:52.02]You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack [03:53.96]You better back the f**k up [03:55.02]Before you get smacked the f**k up [03:56.71]This is how we do it on our side [03:58.36]Any of you n***as from new york that want to bring it [04:00.24]Bring it [04:00.53]But we ain't singing [04:01.44]We bringing drama [04:02.55]F**k you and your mother f**king mama [04:04.43]We're gonna kill all you mother f**kers [04:06.21]Now when I came out I told you it was just about biggie [04:08.46]Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**king opinion [04:11.24]Well this is how we gonna' do this [04:12.86]F**k mobb deep [04:14.14]F**k biggie [04:15.12]F**k bad boy as a staff record label [04:17.31]And as a mother f**king crew [04:18.92]And if you want to be down with bad boy [04:20.56]Then f**k you too [04:21.96]Chino xl f**k you too [04:24.36]All you mother f**kers [04:25.53]F**k you too [04:26.24]Take money take money [04:29.26]All of y'all mother f**kers [04:30.43]F**k you die slow motherf**ker [04:32.13]My four four 44 magnum make sure all your kids don't grow [04:34.97]You motherf**kers can't be us or see us [04:37.36]We mother f**kin' thug life riders [04:38.77]West side till' we die [04:40.71]Out here in california n***a [04:42.10]We warned ya' [04:42.68]We'll bomb on you mother f**kers [04:44.37]We do our job [04:45.50]You think you the mob n***a we the motherf**kin' mob [04:48.06]Ain't nothing but killers [04:48.86]And the real n***as all you motherf**kers feel us [04:51.12]Our s**t goes triple and four quadruple [04:55.85]You n***as laugh 'cause our staff got guns under [04:58.15]They motherf**kin' belts [04:59.62]You know how it is and we drop records they felt [05:01.78]You n***as can't feel it [05:03.07]We the realist [05:04.02]F**k 'em [05:04.49]We bad boy killers