hit em up中文歌词

2PAC 很喜欢他 I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

我没有他妈的朋友

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

那就是为什么我操了你的婊子，你这死胖子

(take money) West side!!

（拿上钱）西岸！

Bad Boy killers

Bad Boy杀手

(take money) You know the realest is niggaz

（拿上钱）你知道谁是最真实的黑鬼

(take money) We bring it to you

（拿上钱）我们让你知道

(take money)

（拿上钱）

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

最后给我离远点，我要声明我操你的婊子

Westside when we ride come equipped with game

当我们西岸到来的时候我们已经整装待发

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

你说你说花花公子但是我曾经干了你的老婆

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

我们这辈子和Bad Boy的混蛋干上了

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

PuffyBiggie Smallz and Junior MAFIA some mark ass bitches

另外,Puff想要看我心跳变的微弱

我撕碎自以为是的BIGGIE还有JUNIOR MAFIA这些被划定目标的婊子

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

我们不断前进,向你们的钻石跑来

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

抓好枪，让它对着白痴们的胸前，你知道这就是统治者

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

一会停止了，去告诉你的兄弟我是如何离开你们的

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

戳烂你的屁股，把你切成岁片，现在你已经成了死人

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Lil Kim别烦真正的帮派分子

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

快点抬起你丑陋的屁股离开这条街，去他妈的和平

I let them niggas know it's on for life

我让那些黑鬼知道这是一辈子的

So let the West side ride tonight (haha)

所以今夜让西部掌控这一切(haha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Bad Boy被暗杀,已经死了

Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see

和我作对你的帽子会掉落，你知道，看…

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

掏出枪，当你看到2pac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

叫警察，当你看到2pac

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

谁开枪打了我，但是你这白痴没有把我干掉

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

现在你们会感受到我的愤怒

nigga, I hit em' up

哥们,干掉他们

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is

听着，你们这些混蛋知道这是什么时候

I don't even know why I'm on this track

我不知道为什么我会在这首歌里

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

你们这些黑鬼和我不是一个水平

I'ma let my lil homies ride on you

我将让我的小兄弟来管制你

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

婊子养大的BAD BOY的婊子们，解决它！

Verse Two: Fatal

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

滚开，滚开

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Biggie Smallz已经摔倒了

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Little Moo到Mac，现在让我在他背后给他们一击

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

Frank White要打你的屁股，坐好了

little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

小业余谋杀者，我从没听说过你

Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker

(take money) WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE!!

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

WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE 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 Smallz and Junior MAFIA 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 (haha)

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 lil homies ride on you

bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal

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

Twank the shank ya whole style when I kank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya ass in the pank

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer

ya clout, pretty sour I put packages every hour

to 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 burn muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me

all you niggaz livin 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,(ha)

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: Kadafi

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurz

No point to calm her, we bringin drama to all you heard

Local check the scenario, Little Ceaze

I bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'

Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up

Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck

is you STUPID!! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block

with 15 shots cock glock to your knot

Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch

And you box stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker

I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker

Softer than Aliz-A with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

EDI Mean approach the scene of the caper

like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold

Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke

Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin

in the wide open, guns smokin

no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across

Soon as the funk was poppin off

Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac ("take money" background riff")

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior MAFIA click dressin up tryin ta be us

How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job

We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us

You little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin

You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around

and have a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up

Tha's how we do it on our side

Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it

But we ain't singin, we bringin drama

Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfuckers

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Den everybody had to open their mouth for the motherfucker opinion

Well this how we gonna do dis

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record, record label

and as a motherfuckin crew

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fuck you too

Chino XL, fuck you too

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)

(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker

My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they

motherfuckers belt, you know how it is

When we drop records they felt

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killaz!