Hit ’Em Up (Original Version) 2Pac (Ft. E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Napoleon (Outlawz), Prince Ital Joe, Storm & Yaki Kadafi)

[Intro: 2Pac]
(Sucka-ass)
I ain't got no mothafucking friends
What y'all niggas talking about?
Hell yeah I'ma do this mothafucking track
And they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old bitch-made niggas

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
'Cause uh, niggas talk plenty shit, so many tricks
I fucked your bitch 'cause I'm true to this, witness the hit
You talk bad 'bout a nigga when I got blasted
Hope you made a little money while the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa nigga, how you figure?
'Cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga
I can't be copied even wearing Versace, nigga you run or ruck
Scared as fuck, if the guns would bust
Now niggas talk I got a list of player haters and fakes
You bitch niggas getting blown away
You cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy
I got your ass in my sight, niggas dying tonight
We screaming, "West Side for life"
And I can't wait to see you niggas in traffic 'cause we gonna get 'em up
When you see me, you better bust 'cause I'ma hit 'em up

[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga we hit 'em up