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lirik lagu hit ’em up (ultra mix) – queezy_the_gangster

[intro: tupac]
sucka*ass
i ain’t got no motherf*ckin’ friends
that’s why i f*cked yo’ b*tch, you fat motherf*cka!
(take money) west side, bad boy k!llas
(take money) (you know) you know who the realest is
(take money) n*ggas, we bring it too
that’s a’ight, ha ha
(take money)

[verse 1: 2pac]
first off, f*ck your b*tch and the clique you claim
westside when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim to be a player, but i f*cked your wife
we bust on bad boys, n*ggas f*cked for life
plus, puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a. is some mark*ass b*tches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
lil’ caesar, go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya
cut your young*ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
lil’ kim, don’t f*ck around with real gs
quick to sn*tch yo’ ugly ass off the streets, so f*ck peace!
i’ll let them n*ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride tonight (ha ha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f*ck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know
[chorus 1: 2pac]
see, grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n*gga, i hit ’em up! (yeah)

[interlude: 2pac]
check this out, you motherf*ckers know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
y’all n*ggas ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my lil’ homies ride
on you b*tch*made ass bad boy b*tches, feel it!

[verse 2: hussein fatal]
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 needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
little accident murderer, 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 f*ckin’ block i’m runnin’ through, n*gga
and i’m smokin’ junior m.a.f.i.a. in front of you, n*gga
with the ready power tucked in my guess under my eddie bauer
your clout petty/sour, i push packages every hour; i hit ’em up!
[chorus 1: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n*gga, we hit ’em up!

[verse 3: 2pac]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n*ggas gettin’ k!lled with your mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin’
smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
n*ggas think they learned to fly
but they burn, motherf*cker, you deserve to die
talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
all you n*ggas livin’ bummy while you f*ckin’ with me
i’m a self*made millionaire
thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a b*tch 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 ak, i’m still the thug that you love to hate
motherf*cker, i hit ’em up!
[verse 4: kadafi]
i’m from n*e*w jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
no points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
now go check the scenario: lil’ cease
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 cl!ck smoked up
what the f*ck, is you stupid?
i take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my cl!ck lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
with a 15*shot c*cked glock to your knot
outlaw mafia clique movin’ up another notch
and your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
all your fake*ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

[verse 5: e.d.i. mean]
you’s a beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell you to your face, you ain’t sh*t 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 motherf*ckin’ joke
thug life, n*ggas better be knowin’
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
n*gga, i hit ’em up!

[verse 6: dax]
first off lemme tell you how i got this flow
pac saw me in dream and told me this sh*t yo
gave me the pen the pad wit’ the paper to match
and told me to shoot to k!ll when i aim at a track
i grabbed it, hesitation, greatest in the makin’, four, five
how many times they told me i wouldn’t make it, faded
underrated, third spot slated, climbin’ to the top knock off whoever waitin’
hit em up, is how he told me to act
and if they mumble while you rappin’ you should give ’em a smack
and tell ’em pac sent and see they react
ain’t gon’ believe you when they see you but gon’ know when you rap
i sent you, yes meant to, protect and defend you
from evil approaching they know you is meant to
fly, let ’em laugh in yo face
ain’t gon’ be funny when you takin’ they place
they the know the rules n*gga
put out his hand then gave me keys
he said the game is yo b*tch make her get on her knees
and hit her up
i hit her up

[chorus 2: dax]
pac said
hit em up, why? f*ckin’ game is mine
my n*gga 2pac boy ain’t deserve to die
told me the game is in trouble i’m the one that they fiendin’
ya boy dax finna pick up the pieces you know the meanin’
hit em up, why? f*ckin’ game is mine
my n*gga 2pac boy ain’t deserve to die
told me the game is in trouble i’m the one that they fiendin’
ya boy dax finna pick up the pieces you know the meanin’

[verse 7: dax]
i’m the dun dada, real top shotta
serge in the game the rest get ibaka
best in the game you know you don’t gotta
flex like i ain’t ’cause ain’t no one hotter
patna, who we kiddin’ tryna say i ain’t the best up in it
born to ride, wit’ a 45, while i be penny pinchin’
who inside, pac ain’t die, ye he been living in ’em
if i lie, take me christ ’cause i ain’t bullsh*ttin’
fo’ a fact, when i rap, i know they listen
pac told me i was gifted with words that could move children
save pilgrims, change men and heal women
save lives, erase lies and k!ll demons
tension, that’s a lot on my shoulders
but momma never raised a punk, she recruited a soldier
pac told me we at war and it’s time to deploy ya
they been sleepin’ on you n*gga force feed ’em the folgers
cool i let ’em sip and resist
made my way in the game now the cease to exist
mumble rap no flow what they poppin’ ’em with
the mumble*mumble*mumble*mumble man i’m good at that sh*t, n*gga
call the cops when you see me
pac is alive wanna touch ’em you can feel me
pac is inside wanna see him n*gga see me
on everything phone, tab, and your tv, n*gga

[chorus 2: dax]
so hit me up
why? because i’m next to pop
my n*gga 2pac boy ain’t deserve to drop
told me the game is in trouble i’m the one that they fiendin’
your boy dax finna pick up the pieces you know the meanin’
hit me up
why? because i’m next to pop
my n*gga 2pac boy ain’t deserve to drop
told me the game is in trouble i’m the one that they fiendin’
your boy dax finna pick up the pieces you know the meanin’

[verse 8: dax]
so hit me up ’cause i’m next to fly
ain’t gon be po no mo man i’m finna testify
ridin’ 4 4 doors man i’m finna flex the ride
’cause my f*ckin’ flow so cold that they gotta take my side
ha, i woke up from that same dream
started rappin’, grew my hair, got a nose ring
started shootin’ at these records in a close range
remix flow now is on to my own things
so i’m take money, ya i take money
these n*ggas trash, they can’t take it from me why, talent
i know you see it when you lookin’ in my eyes
i ain’t famous and you wonderin’ why
it’s a matter of time

[verse 9: thetopseed]
cracked cards for 50k ain’t never bring it back
b*tch, i cracked cards for 50k ain’t never bring it back
b*tch, i cracked the cards for 50k ain’t never bring it back
yea i cracked the cards
catch a opp, get (?)
y’know imma start blaming
(?) and his main man red
the b*tch got dropped i ain’t even have to answer him
(?) send that n*gga to the past
young bull dropped a diss and got caught the next week
(?) but he ain’t scared, he ran from me
the bull got caught, then he checked where he sleeps
(?) he be deceased
he said he gonna k!ll, come on, bring it, do it man
shot him in his sh*t, before he died, hit the switch
(?) n*gga scared cause he seen my gun pulled
seen a n*gga dap me up, (?) in the pool
cracked the cards the 50k ain’t never bring it back
(?) catch a troll, we gon’ leave him where he at
oh you a hot boy, man, stop the f*cking cap
shut up or imma leave yo ass right where you at
b*tch i cracked the cards for 50k ain’t never bring it back
b*tch i cracked the cards for 50k ain’t never bring it back
b*tch i cracked the cards for 50k

[verse 10: queezy_the_gangster]
alright that sh*t was cool, i’ll admit that sh*t was tight
but when it comes to writin’ disses, it seems this one be hype
you dropped this diss, responding 2 weeks later
pull a gun on me, leave his name in local papers
yea i’ll wear some red, wear my hair in a bun
say what you wish, but i ain’t scared of no gun
let’s be real, i would’ve walked home, i didn’t run
i was driven home, locked away, in my room with no sun
dropped this and maybe you thought that you won
but thetopseed and i’s beef is finally done
if you thinkin’ queezy’s over, i haven’t even begun
i’m not done rapping, i’m a dad, this my son
i can freestyle on a beat soon as i wake up
me and my girl, f*ck, argue, rap and then make up
my band, the stickup kids, wearing only black makeup
remember i was young, kids told me to get my weight up
so i did and got big now you wanna switch my pace up
i ain’t with that sh*t
no i’m slimming down but queezy needs a pay up
because music ain’t bring me sh*t, at night i write, all night i stay up

[verse 11: queezy_the_gangster]
first off, f*ck you, you little dumb ass pr*ck
the scars on your hands from a f*cking brick
your music sucks, sh*t it makes me sick
you fought c.m. but homie you the one got hit
while you was on the ground, dawg you got kicked
but overall ddawg, you’re a f*cking d*ck
try to act hard but you f*cking dropped the knife
fought in front of yo’ girl homie and you lost the fight
c’mon dawg, you’re tough, homie that ain’t right
not a k!ller but dj ddawg gettin’ bodied tonight
if i had to chance to fight you i’d be out on sight
or i’d hold your girl and make her feel alright
you is me but b*tch i ain’t you
got hit with the bl!ck thought no one knew
not really that’s nothing new
for queezy to say sh*t straight out the blue
this the real beat to diss you on, you copied my style
no i’m for real, lil homie you dead on the ground
can’t hear from your left ear, how bad your music sounds
you wanted to be big but you see no crowds
all y’all wanted this, turn the f*ck up right now
“you’s a, beat biter, pac style taker, i tell it to yo face, you ain’t sh*t but a faker’
got into beef with a.g., b*tch cause you tryna date her
told her friends, they all thought you tried made her
how dumb is your ass for you to try and sound like me
you try to act cool but you can’t freestyle on beat
in elementary school you sang “under the sheets”
but keep f*cking with queezy, ddawg, you’ll be under my heat
i got beef with cryps b*tch you’s just a lil kid
tryna act like me, b*tch you even tried to copy wiz
you ain’t hit a blunt in yo life till you met me
you was a lil country boy talking ’bout fords over chevy’s
dj ddawg a fake and had bronchitis where he can’t breath
called it asthma, you tried to make up some sh*t
now you older, named queezy, vaped, now you have it
you f*cking dipsh*t, made stupid decisions
but you wanna act hard ain’t even witnessin’ k!llings
and you wanna talk as if you just came out of prison
when you ain’t gone there, you’d’ve been in the corner sh*ttin’*
your pants cause you a lil ass baby
but i gotta drop this song because i ain’t feeling your music lately

[verse 12: queezy_the_gangster]
first off, these lessons that we learned through grades
middle school lessons, yeah dawg, that’s what i say
don’t procrastinate, won’t get these answers right
get these things wrong, taking it out with white (white*out)
hang out with the right people and not with the wrong crowd
gotta perform this rap, saying all of it out loud
came out of sh*lls is what we did when we read
these lessons were learned through what they said
listen to your teachers sure you got pencil lead
math test coming make sure your chromebook ain’t dead
through our time here we learned the 7 habits
opportunity to pass class, make sure that you grab it
this a test throughout, make sure that you pass it
hit those problems with your best, like a ball and a racket
paying homage to pac, wrote this song for the school
we love shakur, thought this song would be cool
but follow these lessons as if they were the rules

[verse 13: eminem]
first off, f*ck your songs and the sh*t you say
diss my wife, but at least i got a b*tch, you g*y
you claim to be a muslim, but you irish white
so f*ck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let’s fight
plus, i punch you in the chest, weak hearts i rip
whitey ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass d*ckhead
i keep ’em comin’ while you runnin’ out of breath
steady duckin’ while i’m punchin’ at your chest, you need to rest
dilated, go ask your people how i leave ya
with your three cds n0body sees, when they released
evidence, don’t f*ck around with real mcs
you ain’t ready for no underground beef, so f*ck geeks
i let you f*ggots know it’s on for life
but everlast might die tonight, haha!
fat boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f*ck with me and take a heart pill, you know

[hook: eminem]
grab .380s when you see slim shady
call the doctor to heal your heart
they shocked you back to life at the clinic
but you ’bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, i hit ’em up

[interlude: eminem]
hahaha
yo, check this out
you f*ggots ain’t even on my level
i’ma let d12 ride on you b*tch*made ass f*ggots

[verse 14: kon artis]
yo
get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
whitey ford’s heart just stopped
eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
whitey ford’s gettin’ his ass floored for talkin’ back
little f*ggot hamburgular, i show you where the burgers are
at your own restaurant, while i’m servin’ ya
drop and stomp your whole heart ’til it stops
call the cops, i’ma beat your ass while they watch

[verse 15: kuniva]
haha
now we got the whole industry makin’ fun of you, erik
where’s your house of pain now? it’s only one of you, erik
you a petty coward, you ain’t ready to steady go around
with some k!llers from 7 mile to the motherf*ckin’ belle isle bridge

[hook: eminem]
grab .380s when you see slim shady
call the doctor to heal your heart
they shocked you back to life at the clinic
but you ’bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, i hit ’em up

[verse 16: eminem]
got in his ass and now this f*ggot wanna mention me still?
this ain’t no freestyle battle, everlast gettin’ k!lled
with his chest open
tryna throw a f*ckin’ punch, but you just chokin’
havin’ a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
’cause you suck, motherf*cker, you should learn to rhyme
talkin’ about you packin’ pistols, but it’s funny to me
you ain’t never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
i’m a paleface k!ller whale
on his way to f*ckin’ prison, pistol whippin’ tail
ha, erik, remember when i passed you in the lobby that day?
that sh*t was obvious, you pro’bly was g*y
ha, now it’s all about country, you gave up hip*hop
49 thousand copies the week your sh*t drop
while my sales makin’ records break
two and a half million scanned by the second week
motherf*cker, i hit ’em up, haha

[verse 17: proof & eminem]
i’m from detroit’s pemberton ave. where bullets tear you in half (haha)
f*ck the music, we got a uzi for all you f*gs
get the sh*t out of our stereo, dilated, you violated
now you ’bout to get annihilated, we gon’ bury you
iriscience get choked up and yoked up
all you underground b*tches, get your throats cut

[verse 18: swifty]
what the f*ck, is you stupid?
i choke whitey ford with his f*ckin’ guitar cord
and stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
with 16 parts, i stomped on his heart
d12, amityville, f*ck your mother while you watch
keep your restaurant locked and block your door
’cause we hit ’em up like motherf*ckin tupac shakur

[verse 19: eminem]
you a black jesus, heart attack, seizures
too many cheeseburgers, mcdonald’s big mac greases
white devil, washed*up honkey
mixed up cracker who crossed over to country

[verse 20: rico recklezz]
first off reesey a b*tch, on jojo it’s merched
he must be the grim reaper ’cause his music is dirt
catch montana trying to pray put fire in him in church
ain’t never seen him in the field, he must be from up north
catch lil bibby on ess*x, he get hit with the torch
all these fireworks, you’ll think it was the 4th
i was married to the streets but now i want a divorce
i got fans in the uk and i got some in new york
catch a rapper, smack his face, just like that’s a new sport
chance the rapper won’t have a chance, a couple sh*lls for the dork
i thought herb a stone, but he pink, p*ssy, he pork
folks from lakeside smacked his ass for dropping the forks
and i ain’t like durk since he made “l’s anthem”
he getting money now? send a couple sh*lls through his phantom
get some top from nikki while i’m looking at her love*handles
she say she heard my name ’cause i’m the n*gga durk ran from
smack her ass in the face then hold lil durk for ransom
knock spenzo ass out and then record it on camera
i know y’all like sosa, but his ass ain’t gon’ fan nun
pistol whip his ass, then, shoot up his mansion
free that n*gga rondo, tay snitched on the guys
breezo sweet as ice cream, he work at oberweis
get some top from gotti, then, i bust right on her thighs
lil mister got robbed, then, on jojo he lied
fbg mad ’cause dex ain’t show him no love
but they was all on his d*ck the other night at the club
and his ass washed up, he need to get in the tub
smelling like hair dye and cigarette b*tts, yeah
and what bands do katie got?
that b*tch weak as f*ck, no ass*havin’ ass thot
and king louie always talking this drill sh*t
know some n*ggas from the dro say he ain’t k!ll sh*t
lud foe and sd blocked me on twitter
so, that should let you know that they some b*tch ass n*ggas
sosa gassed tadoe up thinkin’ he tough
hit his ass with that twist, make his adrenaline rush
vic mensa been a goofy, on his top like a toupee
b*tch, i’m way fresher than rocky, you not a k!ller like lupe
boss top, up in the county with no soap or no toothpaste
catch prince dre in the wiiic, shoot his ass right through them gates
and ayoo kd used to pay for his views
catch his ass beating buckets in some fake ass trues
and he wifin’ dorielle, but if he only knew
she let foenem run her ass in the back of the school
and this n*gga common always got some’ to say
he better stay his ass on the west, just like kanye
n*ggas up in paris, aww, that’s where y’all stay?
go buy a pair of yeezys, then get some top from kim k
shout out to big homies bo deal, count, and bump j
rico recklezz, king of chiraq, i’m out here err’day
recklezz renegades, b*tch, and you is not familay
hit his ass up, tell god he on the way

- queezy_the_gangster

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