2pac经典歌词 第1篇
the Outlaw和2pac
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Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no mother_in friends
That's why I _ed yo' bitch, you fat mother_er
(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, _ your bitch and the click you claim
WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I _ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz _ed for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior . 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 _ around with real G's
Quick to _ yo' ugly ass off tha street, so _ 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 mutha_as 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 _in 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 mutha_a, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you _in 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
Mother_er, 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 _
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
. Mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no mutha_in 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 . click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the _ 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 _ with us?
You little young ass mother_ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You _in with me nigga you _ around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the _ up, fore you get smacked the _ 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 mother_in mama
We gonna kill all you mother_ers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Den everybody had to open their mouth for the mother_er 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 mother_in crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then _ you too
Chino XL, _ you too
All you mother_ers, _ you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all mother_ers, _ you die slow mother_er
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You mother_ers can't be us or see us
We the mother_in Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSTSIIIIIDE till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you mother_ers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the mother_in mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you mother_ers feel us
Our shit's go triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns in they
mother_ers 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!
2pac经典歌词 第2篇
2pac - Hit`em up
So I _ed your bitch
You fat mutha-_a {take money}
West side
Bad boy killers {take money}
You know who the realist is
Niggas we bring it to {take money}
[ha ha, thats alright]
First off, _ your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I _ed your wife
We bust on bad boys
Niggas _ for life
Plus puffy tryin to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little ceasar go ask you homie
How Ill leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim,
Dont _ with real ass gs
Quick to _ your ugly ass, off the streets
So _ peace
Ill let them niggas know
Its on for life
Dont let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didnt finish
Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em up
Check this out
You mutha-_as know what time it is
I dont know why Im even on this track
Yall niggas aint even on my level
Im going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
Bitch made ass bad boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the _ up}
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit em in his back
Frank white needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I aint never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when Im serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Gaurd your rank
Cause Im a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a _in block
Im running through nigga
And Im smoking junior mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my guess
Under my eddie bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit em up
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didnt finish
Now, you bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentary steel
This aint no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
Its like a shermine
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-_a you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you _ing with me?
Im a self made millioniare
Thug livin, out of prison
Pistols in the air {air} [ha ha]
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldnt drop me
I took it and smiled
Now Im back to set the record straight
With my a-k
Im still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-_a Ill hit em up
Im from n e w jers.
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little ceas
Ill bring you fake gs to yah knees
Copin pleas with these [? ? ? ]
Little kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the _?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another knotch
And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
Yous a b-writer
Pac style taker
Ill tell you to face, you aint nothing shit but a faker
Soften the alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little ceas in a choke [uhh]
Toting smoke, we aint no mutha-_in joke
Thug life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
Its a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off
Nigga, I hit em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run [ha ha]
They dont wanna see us
Whole junior mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the _ they gonna be the mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaires
Killing aint fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah mobb deep [uhh]
You wanna _ with us
You little young ass mutha-_as
Dont one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You _ing with me, nigga ?
You _ around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
You better back the _ up
Before you get smacked the _ up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from new york that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we aint singing,
We bringing drama
Fuck you and your mother _ing mama.
We gonna kill all you mother _ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother _in opinion
Well this is how we gon do this:
Fuck mobb deep,
Fuck biggie,
Fuck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother _in crew.
And if you want to be down with bad boy,
Then _ you too.
Chino xl, _ you too.
All you mother _ers,
Fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of yall mother _ers,
Fuck you, die slow mother _er.
My fo fo (.44 magnum) make sure all yo kids dont grow.
You mother _ers cant be us or see us.
We mother _in thug life riders.
West side till we die.
Out here in california, nigga
We warned ya
Well bomb on you mother _ers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother _in mob
Aint nuttin but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother _ers feel us.
Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother _in belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas cant feel it
We the realist
Fuck em.
We bad boy killas.
2pac经典歌词 第3篇
经典骂人= Hit 'em up
很长= =
_Hit 'Em Up_
[Tupac]
I ain't got no mother_ing friends
That's why I _ed your bitch
You're fat mother_er {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, _ your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I _ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas _ for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't _ around with real G's
Quick to _ your ugly ass, off the streets
So _ peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
_ with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You mother_ers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my lit......更多唯美的句子：