Hit 'Em Up Chords by 2Pac
- Key: Am
- BPM: 95
- Capo: no capo
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HIT 'EM UP CHORDS
[Intro] N.C. I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends Am That's why I fucked yo' bitch you fat motherfucker [Verse] D West side Bad Boy killers E7 You know who the realest is niggas we bring it to you Em Am That's aight ■ Am First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim D Westside when we ride come equipped with game E7 Em Am You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife Am We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life Am Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip Dm Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some markass bitches E7 Em C We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Am Steady gunnin' keep on bustin' at them fools you know the rules Am Lil' Ceaser go ask ya homie how I leave ya Dm Cut your young ass up leave you in pieces now be deceased Em Lil' Kim don't fuck around with real G's Am Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets so fuck peace [Chorus] Am I let them niggas know it's on for life D Dm Don't let the Westside ride tonight E7 Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Am Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled you know see Am Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac D E7 Call the cops when you see Tupac uh Em C Who shot me But ya punks didn't finish Am Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Am Nigga I hit em' up [Verse] Am Check this out you motherfuckers know what time it is D I don't even know why I'm on this track Em Y'all niggas ain't even on my level Em I'ma let my little homies ride on you Am Bitch madeass Bad Boy bitches feel it Am Get out the way yo get out the way yo Dm Biggie Smalls just got dropped Em Little Mu' pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Am Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps Am Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya Dm Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya E7 Em Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank Am Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Am Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through nigga Dm And I'm smokin' Junior MAFIA in front of you nigga E7 With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Am Ya clout petty sour I push packages every hour hit 'em up Am Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac D Em Call the cops when you see Tupac uh C Who shot me But ya punks didn't finish Am Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Am Nigga we hit em' up Dm Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel Dm This ain't no freestyle battle E7 All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open Am Tryna come up offa me you in the clouds hopin' Am Smokin' dope it's like a sherm high niggas think they learned to fly Dm But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die E7 Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me Am All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me Am I'm a selfmade millionaire Dm Thug livin' outta prison pistols in the air E7 Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch Am And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house Am Now it's all about Versace you copied my style Dm Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Em Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight Am A7 With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Am Motherfucker I hit 'em up Am I'm from NEW Jers' Am Where plenty murders occurs D No points or commas we bring drama to all you herbs Em Now go check the scenario Am Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Am Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Am Little Kim is you coked up or doped up D Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up Em What the fuck is you stupid Am I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn Am With my clique lootin' shootin' and pollutin' your block Am With a fifteenshot cocked Glock to your knot D Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch Em And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped Am And all your fake ass East Coast props Am Brainstormed and locked Am You's a beat biter Am A Pac style taker Dm I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker E7 Em Softer than Alizé with a chaser Am About to get murdered for the paper Am Edi Mean approach the scene of the caper Dm Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke Em Gun totin' smoke we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Am Thug Life niggas better be known Am We approachin' in the wide open gun smokin' Am No need for hopin' it's a battle lost Dm I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off E7 Em Nigga I hit 'em up ■ Em Now you tell me who won Am I see them they run Am They don't wanna see us Dm Whole Junior MAFIA clique Dm Dressing up trying to be us E7 How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job E7 We millionaires Am Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Am Oh yeah Mobb Deep you wanna fuck with us D You little youngass motherfuckers Em Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something Em You fucking with me Am Nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack Am You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up D This is how we do it on our side Dm E7 Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it bring it E7 But we ain't singin' we bringin' drama Am Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama Am We gon' kill all you motherfuckers D Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie E7 Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion E7 Well this is how we gon' do this Am Fuck Mobb Deep fuck Biggie Dm Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin' crew E7 And if you want to be down with Bad Bo then fuck you too A7 Chino XL fuck you too Am D All you motherfuckers fuck you too ■ Am Em All of y'all motherfuckers fuck you die slow motherfucker Am My zero point four four make sure all y'all kids don't grow Am You motherfuckers can't be us or see us Dm We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders Westside 'til we die E7 Em C Out here in California nigga we warned ya Am We'll bomb on you motherfuckers we do our job Am You think you mob Nigga we the motherfuckin' mob D D7 Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas E7 All you motherfuckers feel us Am Our shits go triple and fourquadruple Am You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got D Guns in they motherfuckers belts Dm E7 You know how it is when we drop records they felt Em Am You niggas can't feel it we the realest Am Fuck 'em we Bad Boy killers [End]