MLChen’s 屁眼看時尚

六月 23rd, 2005 by MLChen

歌手: 2PAC

專輯: 2Pac - Greatest Hits (1996)

歌曲: Hit ‘Em Up



一個特別的 Hip Hop 歌手, 出身在東岸在西岸玩音樂..

這也許是為什麼 2PAC 會跟那麼多的東岸 rapper 處不好的原因!

尤其是這首 Hit ‘Em Up 使東西岸的 rapper 的戰爭越演越烈..

如果對美國 Hip Hop 音樂人有了解, 妳就能夠懂為什麼這首歌會被媒體拿來炒作!

一堆 rapper 被他點名.. 我會在歌詞用其他顏色做點 mark..:)



Notorious B.I.G, Mobb Deep, Chino XL

懂就知道 MLChen 在說什麼, 不知道的話就.. 其實在 2PAC 的專輯裡面時常會

看到這樣的情形..聽久就知道了..













Hit ‘Em Up 歌詞:

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)



First off

fuck your bitch in the clit 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 Smallz 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 — deal with 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 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 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

while you fuckin’ wit 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 herbs

Knuckle check the scenario

Little Cease

I bring you fake G’s to your knees

Coppin pleas cuz this ain’t your area

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 bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a

beat biter

a Pac style taker

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

Softer than Alize with a chaser

Bout to get murdered for the paper

Idi Amin approach the scene

Write a 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

Now you tell me who won

I see them

they run

They don’t wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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

That’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

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion

Well this how we gonna do this

Fuck Mobb Deep

Fuck Biggie

Fuck Bad Boy as a staff 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 West side 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 going triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they

motherfuckers back

you know how it is

When we drop records they feel it

You niggaz can’t feel it

We the realest

FUCK EM

we Bad Boy killin *echoes*