hit em up有几个人唱都叫啥？。。

Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta 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 ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little 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 tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, feel it!

Verse Two:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weakest on the fuckin' block i wanted you nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz living bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, 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 you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you Just one day, 突然有一天
把一堆起哄的Boys带回家一闹到天亮
到底玩得有多疯？ with club chics
简直就当这里是个赌场
明明是享受了不正当的关系
还要假装什么事都不曾发生
你别以为我不知道
现在我就要让你知道

你尽管走啊 Then I can go out
随便你 I can mess around
不管选哪个都一样 Ain’t nothing new
Anything you do, I’ll do it better than you
胡闹的爱情游戏 Fine I can play games
急著隐藏的名字 I can do the same
这世上最敏锐的东西
女人的直觉你休想要瞒骗

别再给我偷偷摸摸 put’em up!!
一时冲动才是真正的致命伤
托你的福我不用再左右为难
I can get down, I can get down
既然要瞒就瞒到底叫做rule
得意忘形露出马脚叫做fool
If you got chics then you better put’em up
别等你失去我就太迟了

当电话铃声 响起的瞬间
你那慌张的态度道出了 你有事瞒著我
听到个甜蜜的声音问道“where is she?”
这是对我发出的挑战是吧!?
很好我欣然接受
趁这时候作个了断
所以我才要跳上车狂飙
That boy is mine 这就是真实

你尽管走啊 Then I can go out
随便你 I can mess around
不管选哪个都一样 Ain’t nothing new
Anything you do, I’ll do it better than you
胡闹的爱情游戏 Fine I can play games
急著隐藏的名字 I can do the same
这世上最敏锐的东西
女人的直觉你休想要瞒骗
别再给我偷偷摸摸 put’em up!!