Chords for 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up ft. Outlawz (Lyrics)

I ain't got no [Am] motherfuckin' money Take _ [D] money _ _ _ [E] Take [C] money _ [Am] Take money Take money Take money _ _ _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C] No, [Am] no juice steady gunna keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules, Lil' Sneezy, go ask your [Em] homie how I [A] leave you
Cut your [D] young ass up, [Gm] leave you in pieces
Now [G] be deceased, Lil' Ken, don't fuck around with real [Am] G's
We could snatch your ugly ass off the streets
So fuck peace, I let them [F] niggas know it's known for lot
Don't let the west side ride the night
[Em] Bad boy, murder on wax and kit
[A] Fuck with me and get you cats killed
You know me, C
[Am] Grab your box when you see [Dm] 2Pac
Call the cops when you see [E] 2Pac
And you spank and [Em] shake your [D] whole style when [Am] I yank
Guard your rank cause I'ma slam your ass in the bank
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, [F] nigga
And I smoke a Junior Mafia in front of you, [G] nigga
With the ready power, tuckin' my gas under my [Am] Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour, I push back at this every hour
Hit em up
Grab your blocks when you see [D] Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You [G] shot me but [Am] your punk's gettin' finished
Now you're bout to feel the rasp of a menace
Nigga, we hit em up, meanwhile we do it
Keep it real, it's [Dm] penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' [E] killed with your mouths open
[Am] Tryna come up off of me, you in [D] the clouds, okay
Smokin' dope, it's like [Am] a sherm, my niggas think they learn to [Dm] fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to [E] die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money, but it's funny to [Am] me
All you niggas livin' for me, why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
[Dm] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when [G] I used to let [Am] you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it's all about Versace
You copy my style, [C] five shots [F#] couldn't drop me
I took it and [Em] smiled, now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my [Am] AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hear em' up
I'm from N.E..W. curves, with plenty murders, you cursed [Dm] No point to comment, we bring the drama to all [Em] you heard Now I'ma check the [C] scenario Little [Am] C's, I bring you fake G's Sit your knees, coppin' pleasantries, you're aerial Little Kimmy, [Em] you coked up or doped up [Dm] Get your little junior rifle click, smoked up What [Em] the fuck is you stupid? I take money, crash and [Am] mash through Brooklyn With my click, lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With 15 shot cocked, locked to your 9 [A#] Outlawin' mafia's lick, movin' up another notch In your box top, rocks get [Am] mobbed and dropped Blowin' your fake ass, eatin' those drops Brainstormed and locked Use a B-fighter, a hostile [D] taker I tell you to your face, you ain't shit but [E] a faker Suffer the alligator, the chaser [Am] Propped to get murdered for the paper E.D.,. I mean a prosthesine or the caper [C] Like a loaf, with little [D] C's and a choke Cuts, smoke, [G] we ain't [E] no motherfuckin' joke Thug life, niggas [C] better be [Am] known We approachin', in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got [Dm] em' forced to soothe the funk Poppin' off, [G] nigga, I hit em' up Now you tell [Am] me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Old [Dm] Junior Mafia clique, dressin' up, tryin' to be us [E] How the fuck they gon' be the mob When we always on [Am] our job We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, mobbed it You wanna [D] fuck with us? You little young ass [E] motherfuckers Every one of you niggas got sickle cell [Am] or somethin' You fuckin' with me, nigga You fuckin' with me, nigga You fuckin' with me, nigga You fuckin' with me, nigga _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ Fuck you _ [E] _ _ _ [C] _ [Am] and your motherfuckin' mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out [D] I told you it was just about Biggie Then [E] everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this how we gon' [Am] do this Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record [Dm] label, and as a motherfuckin' crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then [G] fuck you [Am] too Chino XL Fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck [Em] you too! _ [F] _ [D] _ [E] All of y'all [G] motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker! [Am] My phone phone makes sure all y'all kids don't grow! [C] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us! We motherfuckin' thug-like [G] riders westside till we die! Out here in California nigga, we warnin' you we'll [Em] bomb on you motherfuckers! We do [Am] our job! You think you [Em] mob nigga, [C] we the [D] motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but [G] killers and real niggas, all [E] you motherfuckers feelin'! [C] Our shits go triple and [Am] four quadruple! _ _ You niggas laugh cause our staff got [D] guns in they motherfuckin' belt! You know how [E] it is when we drop records, they felt! You niggas [C] can't feel it, we the realest! Fuck em', we bad boy killers! _ _ _