[{"id":4876674,"name":"Hit 'Em Up","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Live","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.59] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.39] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n[00:18.31] (I think they do)\n[00:19.63] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n[00:22.07] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n[00:23.86] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n[00:25.27] They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n[00:28.41] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:30.34] But they wanna play fat boy over here\n[00:33.13] What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n[00:35.68] Come on, come on (Take money)\n[00:37.92] Come on, come on (What's up)\n[00:41.16] First off, f- and the clique you claim\n[00:43.38] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n[00:46.13] You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n[00:48.70] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n[00:51.36] Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n[00:53.96] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n[00:57.01] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n[00:58.89] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n[01:01.87] Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n[01:04.70] Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n[01:06.71] Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n[01:08.91] Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n[01:11.93] I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n[01:14.09] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n[01:17.06] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n[01:18.82] F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n[01:22.04] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n[01:24.25] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[01:26.91] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.12] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.34] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n[01:34.50] Check this out\n[01:37.54] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n[01:42.43] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:44.08] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:46.61] Little Moo', pass the MAC\n[01:48.14] And let me hit him in his back\n[01:49.83] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n[01:52.04] Little accident murderer\n[01:53.92] And I ain't never heard of ya\n[01:55.14] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:57.08] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n[01:59.60] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n[02:01.58] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n[02:05.68] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n[02:07.55] With the ready power\n[02:09.05] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:10.30] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n[02:12.54] When you see 2Pac\n[02:14.62] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[02:17.49] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[02:19.55] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:20.72] Nigga, say what?\n[02:22.73] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n[02:25.55] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n[02:27.78] With your mouths open\n[02:29.14] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:31.78] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n[02:33.54] N- think they learned to fly\n[02:34.84] But they burn, you deserve to die\n[02:36.39] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n[02:39.39] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n[02:41.75] I'm a self-made millionaire\n[02:43.54] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n[02:45.71] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:50.13] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:52.06] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:54.76] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[02:57.25] Now I'm back to set the record straight\n[02:59.41] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:02.17] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n[03:05.41] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[03:07.69] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n[03:09.87] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n[03:12.78] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:15.67] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[03:17.73] What the, is you stupid\n[03:19.13] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[03:21.57] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n[03:23.46] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:25.54] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n[03:27.56] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:29.91] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n[03:32.77] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n[03:35.19] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:38.06] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:40.16] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:41.74] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n[03:43.84] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:46.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n[03:47.99] Better be knowin'\n[03:50.45] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n[03:52.40] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:54.44] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n[03:57.09] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n[04:02.62] We hit 'em up\n[04:03.87] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n[04:05.86] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[04:08.17] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[04:10.43] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[04:12.95] Hit 'em up, that's right!\n[04:14.54] (Take money, take money)\n[04:15.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Live\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  start_ms: 1370\n  end_ms: 5590\n- text: Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  start_ms: 5590\n  end_ms: 13390\n- text: Hey yo. 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But you punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250430\n- text: Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 250430\n  end_ms: 252950\n- text: Hit 'em up, that's right!\n  start_ms: 252950\n  end_ms: 254540\n- text: (Take money, take money)\n  start_ms: 254540\n  end_ms: 255520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255520\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":31531750,"name":"Hit Em Up","trackName":"Hit Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Live","duration":313.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.58] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.35] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n[00:18.38] (I think they do)\n[00:19.67] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n[00:22.08] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n[00:23.83] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n[00:25.23] They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n[00:28.48] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:30.36] But they wanna play fat boy over here\n[00:33.13] What? 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But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.17] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.33] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n[01:34.54] Check this out\n[01:37.54] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n[01:42.43] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:44.08] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:46.68] Little Moo', pass the MAC\n[01:48.11] And let me hit him in his back\n[01:49.85] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n[01:52.01] Little accident murderer\n[01:53.98] And I ain't never heard of ya\n[01:55.16] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:57.07] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n[01:59.67] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n[02:01.53] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n[02:05.60] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n[02:07.53] With the ready power\n[02:09.01] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:10.23] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n[02:12.53] When you see 2Pac\n[02:14.65] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[02:17.44] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[02:19.51] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:20.76] Nigga, say what?\n[02:22.79] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n[02:25.57] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n[02:27.79] With your mouths open\n[02:29.17] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:31.75] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n[02:33.58] N- think they learned to fly\n[02:34.84] But they burn, you deserve to die\n[02:36.32] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n[02:39.32] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n[02:41.78] I'm a self-made millionaire\n[02:43.57] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n[02:45.74] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:50.16] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:52.05] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:54.75] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[02:57.20] Now I'm back to set the record straight\n[02:59.47] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:02.12] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n[03:05.48] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[03:07.63] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n[03:09.89] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n[03:12.71] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:15.64] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[03:17.73] What the, is you stupid\n[03:19.12] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[03:21.56] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n[03:23.46] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:25.56] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n[03:27.51] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:29.97] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n[03:32.73] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n[03:35.20] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:38.03] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:40.13] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:41.78] E.D.I. 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But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":23519724,"name":"hit em up (live from house of","trackName":"hit em up (live from house of","artistName":"2pac ft. outlawz","albumName":"Hit Em Up EP","duration":322.775281,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n[00:06.98] West Side! 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You know\n[00:52.61] Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n[00:56.40] Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n[00:58.72] Who shot me? 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But your punks didn't finish\n[01:51.42] Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:53.02] Nigga I hit em up!\n[01:54.24] Peep how we do it\n[01:55.98] Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n[01:56.94] This ain't no freestyle battle\n[01:58.38] All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n[02:01.14] Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n[02:03.24] Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n[02:05.79] Niggas think they learned to fly\n[02:06.69] But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n[02:08.25] Talking about you Getting Money\n[02:10.44] But it's funny to me\n[02:11.61] All you niggas living bummy\n[02:13.14] While you fucking with me\n[02:14.26] I'm a self-made millionaire!\n[02:15.75] Thug livin', out of prison\n[02:17.45] Pistols in the air\n[02:18.30] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:21.16] And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:23.60] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:25.99] 5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n[02:29.06] Now I'm back to set the record straight\n[02:30.99] With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[02:33.27] Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n[02:34.92] I'm from N E W Jers'\n[02:36.02] Where plenty of murders occurs\n[02:37.37] No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[02:39.46] Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n[02:41.75] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n[02:43.06] Copping pleas with these\n[02:44.31] Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n[02:46.16] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[02:49.28] What the fuck, is you stupid?\n[02:50.56] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[02:52.05] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n[02:54.93] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[02:56.94] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n[02:59.40] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:01.98] And all your fake ass East coast props\n[03:04.24] Brainstormed and locked\n[03:05.49] You's a beat biter\n[03:06.53] A Pac style taker\n[03:07.58] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:09.61] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:11.76] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:13.55] E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n[03:15.06] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:17.52] Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n[03:20.15] Thug Life, niggas better be known\n[03:22.13] Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n[03:24.62] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n[03:26.34] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n[03:28.50] Nigga, I hit em up!\n[03:30.80] Now you tell me who won?\n[03:33.01] I see them, they run\n[03:34.82] They don't wanna see us\n[03:36.43] Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n[03:38.89] How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n[03:41.88] We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n[03:44.57] Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n[03:47.65] You little young-ass motherfuckers\n[03:49.60] Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n[03:51.43] You're fucking with me, nigga\n[03:52.94] You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n[03:54.76] You better back the fuck up\n[03:55.79] Before you get smacked the fuck up\n[03:57.08] This is how we do it on our side\n[03:58.30] Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n[04:00.79] But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n[04:02.46] Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n[04:04.44] We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n[04:06.09] Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n[04:08.99] Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n[04:10.63] Well this is how we gonna do this:\n[04:12.90] Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n[04:15.26] Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n[04:19.30] And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n[04:21.28] Chino XL: fuck you too\n[04:24.09] All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n[04:26.64] All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n[04:32.01] My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n[04:35.31] You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n[04:37.90] We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n[04:39.91] Westside til we die\n[04:41.33] Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n[04:43.30] We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n[04:45.73] You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n[04:48.25] Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n[04:50.80] All you motherfuckers feel us\n[04:52.12] Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n[04:53.53] You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n[05:00.95] You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n[05:02.22] You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n[05:03.77] Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n[05:06.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: hit em up (live from house of\n  artist: 2pac ft. outlawz\n  album: Hit Em Up EP\n  duration_ms: 322775\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  start_ms: 2770\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 8280\n- text: You know who this is\n  start_ms: 8280\n  end_ms: 9900\n- text: (Take money, take money)\n  start_ms: 9900\n  end_ms: 11130\n- text: 'First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim'\n  start_ms: 11130\n  end_ms: 15570\n- text: Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  start_ms: 15570\n  end_ms: 18160\n- text: You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  start_ms: 18160\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 23210\n- text: Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  start_ms: 23210\n  end_ms: 25740\n- text: Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  start_ms: 25740\n  end_ms: 28720\n- text: We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  start_ms: 28720\n  end_ms: 31070\n- text: Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  start_ms: 31070\n  end_ms: 33210\n- text: You know the rules\n  start_ms: 33210\n  end_ms: 34350\n- text: Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  start_ms: 34350\n  end_ms: 35980\n- text: Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  start_ms: 35980\n  end_ms: 37730\n- text: Now be deceased\n  start_ms: 37730\n  end_ms: 38590\n- text: Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  start_ms: 38590\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 43260\n- text: So fuck peace!\n  start_ms: 43260\n  end_ms: 44210\n- text: I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  start_ms: 44210\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: So let the Westside ride the night\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50690\n- text: Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n  start_ms: 50690\n  end_ms: 52610\n- text: Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  start_ms: 52610\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58720\n- text: Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 58720\n  end_ms: 61190\n- text: Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 61190\n  end_ms: 63560\n- text: Nigga I hit em up!\n  start_ms: 63560\n  end_ms: 65020\n- text: 'Check this out:'\n  start_ms: 65020\n  end_ms: 65730\n- text: You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  start_ms: 65730\n  end_ms: 66750\n- text: I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  start_ms: 66750\n  end_ms: 68400\n- text: You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  start_ms: 68400\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: I'm going to let my little homies\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 71140\n- text: Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n  start_ms: 71140\n  end_ms: 74200\n- text: Get out the way, yo\n  start_ms: 74200\n  end_ms: 75140\n- text: Get out the way, yo\n  start_ms: 75140\n  end_ms: 76320\n- text: Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  start_ms: 76320\n  end_ms: 78070\n- text: Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  start_ms: 78070\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: And let me hit em in his back\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 81240\n- text: Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  start_ms: 81240\n  end_ms: 83120\n- text: For setting up traps\n  start_ms: 83120\n  end_ms: 84230\n- text: Little accident-murderer\n  start_ms: 84230\n  end_ms: 85410\n- text: And I ain't never heard of you\n  start_ms: 85410\n  end_ms: 86540\n- text: Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  start_ms: 86540\n  end_ms: 88180\n- text: Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  start_ms: 88180\n  end_ms: 91100\n- text: Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  start_ms: 91100\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 96380\n- text: And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  start_ms: 96380\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 100940\n- text: Under my Eddie Bauer\n  start_ms: 100940\n  end_ms: 101890\n- text: Your clout petty/sour\n  start_ms: 101890\n  end_ms: 103040\n- text: I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n  start_ms: 103040\n  end_ms: 104210\n- text: Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  start_ms: 104210\n  end_ms: 106690\n- text: Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  start_ms: 106690\n  end_ms: 108850\n- text: Who shot me? 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We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  start_ms: 197520\n  end_ms: 200150\n- text: Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  start_ms: 200150\n  end_ms: 202130\n- text: Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  start_ms: 202130\n  end_ms: 204620\n- text: No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  start_ms: 204620\n  end_ms: 206340\n- text: I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  start_ms: 206340\n  end_ms: 208500\n- text: Nigga, I hit em up!\n  start_ms: 208500\n  end_ms: 210800\n- text: Now you tell me who won?\n  start_ms: 210800\n  end_ms: 213010\n- text: I see them, they run\n  start_ms: 213010\n  end_ms: 214820\n- text: They don't wanna see us\n  start_ms: 214820\n  end_ms: 216430\n- text: Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  start_ms: 216430\n  end_ms: 218890\n- text: How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  start_ms: 218890\n  end_ms: 221880\n- text: We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  start_ms: 221880\n  end_ms: 224570\n- text: 'Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?'\n  start_ms: 224570\n  end_ms: 227650\n- text: You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 227650\n  end_ms: 229600\n- text: Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  start_ms: 229600\n  end_ms: 231430\n- text: You're fucking with me, nigga\n  start_ms: 231430\n  end_ms: 232940\n- text: You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  start_ms: 232940\n  end_ms: 234760\n- text: You better back the fuck up\n  start_ms: 234760\n  end_ms: 235790\n- text: Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  start_ms: 235790\n  end_ms: 237080\n- text: This is how we do it on our side\n  start_ms: 237080\n  end_ms: 238300\n- text: Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  start_ms: 238300\n  end_ms: 240790\n- text: But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  start_ms: 240790\n  end_ms: 242460\n- text: Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  start_ms: 242460\n  end_ms: 244440\n- text: We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  start_ms: 244440\n  end_ms: 246090\n- text: Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  start_ms: 246090\n  end_ms: 248990\n- text: Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  start_ms: 248990\n  end_ms: 250630\n- text: 'Well this is how we gonna do this:'\n  start_ms: 250630\n  end_ms: 252900\n- text: Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  start_ms: 252900\n  end_ms: 255260\n- text: Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  start_ms: 255260\n  end_ms: 259300\n- text: And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  start_ms: 259300\n  end_ms: 261280\n- text: 'Chino XL: fuck you too'\n  start_ms: 261280\n  end_ms: 264090\n- text: All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  start_ms: 264090\n  end_ms: 266640\n- text: All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 266640\n  end_ms: 272010\n- text: My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  start_ms: 272010\n  end_ms: 275310\n- text: You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  start_ms: 275310\n  end_ms: 277900\n- text: We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  start_ms: 277900\n  end_ms: 279910\n- text: Westside til we die\n  start_ms: 279910\n  end_ms: 281330\n- text: Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  start_ms: 281330\n  end_ms: 283300\n- text: We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  start_ms: 283300\n  end_ms: 285730\n- text: You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  start_ms: 285730\n  end_ms: 288250\n- text: Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  start_ms: 288250\n  end_ms: 290800\n- text: All you motherfuckers feel us\n  start_ms: 290800\n  end_ms: 292120\n- text: Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  start_ms: 292120\n  end_ms: 293530\n- text: You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  start_ms: 293530\n  end_ms: 300950\n- text: You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  start_ms: 300950\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 303770\n- text: Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n  start_ms: 303770\n  end_ms: 306400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 306400\nplain: |-\n  That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  You know who this is\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n\n  First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  You know the rules\n  Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  Now be deceased\n  Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  So fuck peace!\n  I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride the night\n  Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":12639215,"name":"6 - 2Pac - Hit Em Up","trackName":"6 - 2Pac - Hit Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.36] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.52] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.39] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n[00:18.38] (I think they do)\n[00:19.69] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n[00:22.01] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n[00:23.80] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n[00:25.23] They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n[00:28.49] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:30.36] But they wanna play fat boy over here\n[00:33.13] What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n[00:35.64] Come on, come on (Take money)\n[00:37.96] Come on, come on (What's up)\n[00:41.11] First off, f- and the clique you claim\n[00:43.31] Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n[00:46.15] You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n[00:48.61] We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n[00:51.35] Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n[00:53.92] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n[00:57.07] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n[00:58.82] Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n[01:01.83] Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n[01:04.63] Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n[01:06.73] Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n[01:08.92] Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n[01:11.95] I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n[01:14.08] Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n[01:17.00] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n[01:18.88] F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n[01:22.09] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n[01:24.25] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[01:26.95] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.20] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.34] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n[01:34.51] Check this out\n[01:37.59] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n[01:42.46] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:44.03] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:46.62] Little Moo', pass the MAC\n[01:48.15] And let me hit him in his back\n[01:49.89] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n[01:52.05] Little accident murderer\n[01:53.99] And I ain't never heard of ya\n[01:55.14] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:57.04] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n[01:59.69] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n[02:01.59] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n[02:05.65] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n[02:07.54] With the ready power\n[02:09.02] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:10.24] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n[02:12.56] When you see 2Pac\n[02:14.66] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[02:17.45] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[02:19.50] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:20.76] Nigga, say what?\n[02:22.71] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n[02:25.60] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n[02:27.76] With your mouths open\n[02:29.18] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:31.77] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n[02:33.52] N- think they learned to fly\n[02:34.82] But they burn, you deserve to die\n[02:36.37] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n[02:39.36] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n[02:41.74] I'm a self-made millionaire\n[02:43.56] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n[02:45.71] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:50.16] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:52.08] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:54.77] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[02:57.25] Now I'm back to set the record straight\n[02:59.44] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:02.15] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n[03:05.41] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[03:07.68] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n[03:09.85] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n[03:12.79] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:15.63] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[03:17.79] What the, is you stupid\n[03:19.12] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[03:21.56] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n[03:23.45] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:25.56] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n[03:27.52] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:29.95] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n[03:32.74] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n[03:35.13] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:38.04] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:40.11] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:41.71] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n[03:43.81] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:46.03] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n[03:47.94] Better be knowin'\n[03:50.50] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n[03:52.39] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:54.48] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n[03:57.06] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n[04:02.60] We hit 'em up\n[04:03.84] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n[04:05.85] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[04:08.17] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[04:10.50] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[04:12.98] Hit 'em up, that's right!\n[04:14.51] (Take money, take money)\n[04:15.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 - 2Pac - Hit Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  start_ms: 1360\n  end_ms: 5520\n- text: Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  start_ms: 5520\n  end_ms: 13390\n- text: Hey yo. 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But you punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 248170\n  end_ms: 250500\n- text: Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 250500\n  end_ms: 252980\n- text: Hit 'em up, that's right!\n  start_ms: 252980\n  end_ms: 254510\n- text: (Take money, take money)\n  start_ms: 254510\n  end_ms: 255590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255590\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":20995816,"name":"Hit Em Up (live)","trackName":"Hit Em Up (live)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"DJ Cynical Presents 2Pac - The Westcoast Don","duration":283.715918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit Em Up (live)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: DJ Cynical Presents 2Pac - The Westcoast Don\n  duration_ms: 283716\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  You know who this is\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n\n  First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  You know the rules\n  Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  Now be deceased\n  Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  So fuck peace!\n  I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride the night\n  Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":19883696,"name":"Hit Em' Up (Live)","trackName":"Hit Em' Up (Live)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":256.287347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit Em' Up (Live)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 256287\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  You know who this is\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n\n  First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  You know the rules\n  Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  Now be deceased\n  Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  So fuck peace!\n  I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride the night\n  Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":12631370,"name":"4 - 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Live)","trackName":"4 - 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Live)","artistName":"2Pac, Outlawz","albumName":"Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 - 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Live)\n  artist: 2Pac, Outlawz\n  album: 'Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues'\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  You know who this is\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n\n  First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  You know the rules\n  Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  Now be deceased\n  Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  So fuck peace!\n  I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride the night\n  Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":4769243,"name":"Hit 'Em Up","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.59] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.39] Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n[00:18.31] (I think they do)\n[00:19.63] When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n[00:22.07] I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n[00:23.86] When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n[00:25.27] They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n[00:28.41] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:30.34] But they wanna play fat boy over here\n[00:33.13] What? 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But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.12] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.34] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n[01:34.50] Check this out\n[01:37.54] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n[01:42.43] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:44.08] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:46.61] Little Moo', pass the MAC\n[01:48.14] And let me hit him in his back\n[01:49.83] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n[01:52.04] Little accident murderer\n[01:53.92] And I ain't never heard of ya\n[01:55.14] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:57.08] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n[01:59.60] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n[02:01.58] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n[02:05.68] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n[02:07.55] With the ready power\n[02:09.05] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:10.30] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n[02:12.54] When you see 2Pac\n[02:14.62] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[02:17.49] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[02:19.55] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:20.72] Nigga, say what?\n[02:22.73] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n[02:25.55] This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n[02:27.78] With your mouths open\n[02:29.14] Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:31.78] Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n[02:33.54] N- think they learned to fly\n[02:34.84] But they burn, you deserve to die\n[02:36.39] Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n[02:39.39] All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n[02:41.75] I'm a self-made millionaire\n[02:43.54] Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n[02:45.71] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:50.13] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:52.06] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:54.76] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[02:57.25] Now I'm back to set the record straight\n[02:59.41] With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:02.17] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n[03:05.41] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[03:07.69] Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n[03:09.87] I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n[03:12.78] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:15.67] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[03:17.73] What the, is you stupid\n[03:19.13] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[03:21.57] With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n[03:23.46] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:25.54] Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n[03:27.56] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:29.91] All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n[03:32.77] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n[03:35.19] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:38.06] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:40.16] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:41.74] E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n[03:43.84] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:46.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n[03:47.99] Better be knowin'\n[03:50.45] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n[03:52.40] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:54.44] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n[03:57.09] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n[04:02.62] We hit 'em up\n[04:03.87] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n[04:05.86] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[04:08.17] Who shot me? 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But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. 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I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.58] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.35] Hey yo. 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But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.17] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.33] N-, I hit 'em up! 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Mean approach the scene of the caper\n[03:43.89] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:46.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n[03:47.92] Better be knowin'\n[03:50.43] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n[03:52.33] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:54.41] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n[03:57.10] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n[04:02.66] We hit 'em up\n[04:03.87] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n[04:05.85] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[04:08.12] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[04:10.48] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[04:12.91] Hit 'em up, that's right!\n[04:14.53] (Take money, take money)\n[04:15.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  start_ms: 1370\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 13350\n- text: Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  start_ms: 13350\n  end_ms: 18380\n- text: (I think they do)\n  start_ms: 18380\n  end_ms: 19670\n- text: When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  start_ms: 19670\n  end_ms: 22080\n- text: I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  start_ms: 22080\n  end_ms: 23830\n- text: When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  start_ms: 23830\n  end_ms: 25230\n- text: They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n  start_ms: 25230\n  end_ms: 28480\n- text: They don't wanna play my song\n  start_ms: 28480\n  end_ms: 30360\n- text: But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  start_ms: 30360\n  end_ms: 33130\n- text: What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  start_ms: 33130\n  end_ms: 35680\n- text: Come on, come on (Take money)\n  start_ms: 35680\n  end_ms: 37930\n- text: Come on, come on (What's up)\n  start_ms: 37930\n  end_ms: 41170\n- text: First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  start_ms: 41170\n  end_ms: 43300\n- text: Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  start_ms: 43300\n  end_ms: 46170\n- text: You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  start_ms: 46170\n  end_ms: 48640\n- text: We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n  start_ms: 48640\n  end_ms: 51370\n- text: Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  start_ms: 51370\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 57010\n- text: We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  start_ms: 57010\n  end_ms: 58900\n- text: Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n  start_ms: 58900\n  end_ms: 61830\n- text: Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  start_ms: 61830\n  end_ms: 64630\n- text: Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  start_ms: 64630\n  end_ms: 66770\n- text: Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  start_ms: 66770\n  end_ms: 68930\n- text: Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n  start_ms: 68930\n  end_ms: 71940\n- text: I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  start_ms: 71940\n  end_ms: 74040\n- text: Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  start_ms: 74040\n  end_ms: 77030\n- text: Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  start_ms: 77030\n  end_ms: 78890\n- text: F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n  start_ms: 78890\n  end_ms: 82100\n- text: See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  start_ms: 82100\n  end_ms: 84290\n- text: Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  start_ms: 84290\n  end_ms: 86970\n- text: Who shot me? 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But you punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 137440\n  end_ms: 139510\n- text: Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 139510\n  end_ms: 140760\n- text: Nigga, say what?\n  start_ms: 140760\n  end_ms: 142790\n- text: Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  start_ms: 142790\n  end_ms: 145570\n- text: This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  start_ms: 145570\n  end_ms: 147790\n- text: With your mouths open\n  start_ms: 147790\n  end_ms: 149170\n- text: Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n  start_ms: 149170\n  end_ms: 151750\n- text: Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  start_ms: 151750\n  end_ms: 153580\n- text: N- think they learned to fly\n  start_ms: 153580\n  end_ms: 154840\n- text: But they burn, you deserve to die\n  start_ms: 154840\n  end_ms: 156320\n- text: Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n  start_ms: 156320\n  end_ms: 159320\n- text: All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  start_ms: 159320\n  end_ms: 161780\n- text: I'm a self-made millionaire\n  start_ms: 161780\n  end_ms: 163570\n- text: Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  start_ms: 163570\n  end_ms: 165740\n- text: Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n  start_ms: 165740\n  end_ms: 170160\n- text: And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  start_ms: 170160\n  end_ms: 172050\n- text: Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  start_ms: 172050\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177200\n- text: Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  start_ms: 177200\n  end_ms: 179470\n- text: With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  start_ms: 179470\n  end_ms: 182120\n- text: I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  start_ms: 182120\n  end_ms: 185480\n- text: No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  start_ms: 185480\n  end_ms: 187630\n- text: 'Now go check the scenario: Lil'' Cease'\n  start_ms: 187630\n  end_ms: 189890\n- text: I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n  start_ms: 189890\n  end_ms: 192710\n- text: Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  start_ms: 192710\n  end_ms: 195640\n- text: Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  start_ms: 195640\n  end_ms: 197730\n- text: What the, is you stupid\n  start_ms: 197730\n  end_ms: 199120\n- text: I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  start_ms: 199120\n  end_ms: 201560\n- text: With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  start_ms: 201560\n  end_ms: 203460\n- text: With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  start_ms: 203460\n  end_ms: 205560\n- text: Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  start_ms: 205560\n  end_ms: 207510\n- text: And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  start_ms: 207510\n  end_ms: 209970\n- text: All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n  start_ms: 209970\n  end_ms: 212730\n- text: You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  start_ms: 212730\n  end_ms: 215200\n- text: I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  start_ms: 215200\n  end_ms: 218030\n- text: Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  start_ms: 218030\n  end_ms: 220130\n- text: About to get murdered for the paper\n  start_ms: 220130\n  end_ms: 221780\n- text: E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  start_ms: 221780\n  end_ms: 223890\n- text: Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  start_ms: 223890\n  end_ms: 226010\n- text: Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  start_ms: 226010\n  end_ms: 227920\n- text: Better be knowin'\n  start_ms: 227920\n  end_ms: 230430\n- text: We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n  start_ms: 230430\n  end_ms: 232330\n- text: No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  start_ms: 232330\n  end_ms: 234410\n- text: I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  start_ms: 234410\n  end_ms: 237100\n- text: I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  start_ms: 237100\n  end_ms: 242660\n- text: We hit 'em up\n  start_ms: 242660\n  end_ms: 243870\n- text: Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  start_ms: 243870\n  end_ms: 245850\n- text: Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  start_ms: 245850\n  end_ms: 248120\n- text: Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 250480\n- text: Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 250480\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Hit 'em up, that's right!\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254530\n- text: (Take money, take money)\n  start_ms: 254530\n  end_ms: 255540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255540\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":19741741,"name":"Hit 'Em Up (Live)","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up (Live)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues (Live)","duration":265.013333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'Em Up (Live)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues (Live)'\n  duration_ms: 265013\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\n  West Side! Bad Boy killers!\n  You know who this is\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n\n  First off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\n  Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on coming while we running for your jewels\n  Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\n  You know the rules\n  Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\n  Cut your young ass up, see you in pieces\n  Now be deceased\n  Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\n  So fuck peace!\n  I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride the night\n  Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":5372164,"name":"Hit 'Em Up (Live)","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up (Live)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live at the House Of Blues","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfucker\nWest Side! Bad Boy killers!\nYou know who this is\n\n(Take money, take money)\n\nFirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life\nPlus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on coming while we running for your jewels\nSteady gunning, keep on busting at them fools\nYou know the rules\nLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you\nCut your young ass up, see you in pieces\nNow be deceased\nLittle Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets\nSo fuck peace!\nI'll let them niggas know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride the night\nBad Boys murdered on wax and killed\nFuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nCheck this out:\nYou motherfuckers know what time it is\nI don't know why I'm even on this track\nYou all niggas ain't even on my level\nI'm going to let my little homies\nRide on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\nGet out the way, yo\nGet out the way, yo\nBiggie Smalls just got dropped\nLittle Moo' pass the Mac\nAnd let me hit em in his back\nFrank White needs to get spanked right\nFor setting up traps\nLittle accident-murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of you\nPoisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\nSpank you, shank your whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\nAnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\nWith the ready-power tucked in my Guess\nUnder my Eddie Bauer\nYour clout petty/sour\nI push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\nGrab your Glocks when you see 2pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac\nWho shot me? But your punks didn't finish\nNow you about to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga I hit em up!\n\nPeep how we do it\nKeep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\nTrying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\nSmoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\nNiggas think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalking about you Getting Money\nBut it's funny to me\nAll you niggas living bummy\nWhile you fucking with me\nI'm a self-made millionaire!\nThug livin', out of prison\nPistols in the air\nBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\nWith my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker I'll hit em up\n\nI'm from N E W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas with these\nLittle Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nThug Life, niggas better be known\nBe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up!\n\nNow you tell me who won?\nI see them, they run\nThey don't wanna see us\nWhole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\nHow the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\nWe millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\nOh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\nYou little young-ass motherfuckers\nDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\nYou're fucking with me, nigga\nYou fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\nYou better back the fuck up\nBefore you get smacked the fuck up\nThis is how we do it on our side\nAny of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\nBut we ain't singing, we bringing drama\nFuck you and your motherfucking mama\nWe're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\nNow when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\nThen everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\nWell this is how we gonna do this:\nFuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\nFuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\nAnd if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\nChino XL: fuck you too\nAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too\nAll of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\nMy .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\nYou motherfuckers can't be us or see us\nWe motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\nWestside til we die\nOut here in California, nigga, we warned ya\nWe'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\nYou think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\nAin't nothing but killers and the real niggas\nAll you motherfuckers feel us\nOur shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\nYou niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\nYou know how it is, when we drop records they felt\nYou niggas can't feel it, we the realist\nFuck em, we Bad Boy-killers","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.23]Yeah\n[00:12.15]Ayo\n[00:12.15]I think y'all gon' like this next song\n[00:22.22]When this song drop, I want all the West\n[00:25.72]Coast people to give us some love on this song\n[00:27.95]Come on, they tried to ban the song\n[00:32.12]They don't wanna play my song, but\n[00:33.66]They wanna play Fatboy all goddamn day\n[00:36.40]What? Come on, come on, take money\n[00:39.59]Come on, come on, take money\n[00:42.05]Come on, come on, what's up, niggas?\n[00:44.48]First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim\n[00:47.19]Westside where we from, I'm equipped with game\n[00:49.65]You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife\n[00:52.24]We bust on Bad Boy, niggas fucked for life\n[00:54.74]Plus Puffy, Jonas, Stevie B, hearts I rip\n[00:57.24]Biggie Smalls and Juju Mafia, some mark-ass bitches\n[01:00.24]We keep on comin' while we runnin' through your crew\n[01:02.28]Steady bustin' while we frontin' at you fools, you know the rules\n[01:05.35]Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave you\n[01:07.31]Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n[01:10.37]Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n[01:12.32]We can snatch your ugly ass off the street, so fuck peace\n[01:15.32]I'll let them niggas know it's on for life\n[01:17.24]Don't let the Westside ride the knife\n[01:20.27]Bad Boy murdered on Wax and Kix\n[01:22.47]Fuck with me and get your cap split, you know what we say\n[01:25.49]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac (What?)\n[01:28.08]Call the cops when you see 2Pac (Huh?)\n[01:30.62]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[01:32.52]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:34.68]Nigga, we hit 'em up\n[01:36.98]Yes, y'all\n[01:38.30]Outlawz in this motherfucker\n[01:40.60]West Coast\n[01:42.06]What's up?\n[01:45.03]Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo\n[01:47.96]Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:49.62]Lil' Mu', pass the MAC, let me hit him in his back\n[01:52.75]Frank White, need to get spanked, White, for settin' traps\n[01:55.25]Lil' accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of you\n[01:58.18]Poisonous gas in my TEC when I'm servin' you\n[02:00.77]Fake MC, your whole style what I can't\n[02:03.06]Go up to rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in a grave\n[02:05.37]Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block of runnel, you nigga\n[02:07.86]And I smoke the Juju Mafia in front of you, nigga\n[02:10.22]The ready power, gun in my chest under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:13.01]In my Cali powder, I push packages every hour\n[02:15.46]Hit 'em up (When you see 2Pac)\n[02:18.54]Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n[02:21.08]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[02:23.05]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:25.09]Nigga, I hit 'em up\n[02:26.02]You know how we do it, keep it real until the tears and we spill\n[02:28.69]Say they freestyle battle, all you niggas gettin' killed\n[02:31.23]With your mouths open\n[02:32.48]Try to come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:34.95]Smokin' O's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly\n[02:38.13]But they burn, lil' fucker, you deserve to die\n[02:40.68]Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n[02:43.27]All you niggas live in public, why you fuckin' with me?\n[02:45.75]I'm a self-made millionaire\n[02:47.56]Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\n[02:50.66]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch?\n[02:53.25]Or beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n[02:55.86]Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:58.32]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[03:00.89]Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight\n[03:02.53]With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:05.15]Lil' sucker, I'll be your granny, tell all you jerks who play murk\n[03:08.14]I'm cursed, my poison commas bringin' drama to all you herbs\n[03:10.98]Now check the scenario, Lil' Cease\n[03:13.03]I bring my AK's to their knees, coppin' pleas to please your nerve\n[03:16.12]Your mama is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:18.24]Get your little children, walk up and get smoked up\n[03:20.40]What the fuck, is you stupid? Take money, take money\n[03:23.58]New Brooklyn, where my clique lootin'\n[03:25.27]Shootin' at balloonin' your block with\n[03:26.72]Fifteen shots, cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:29.13]Outlaw Mobb, Big Klix movin' up another knot\n[03:31.32]In your box house we box, get marked and dropped\n[03:33.51]All them fake-ass East Coasts, West Brains, Coasts a lot\n[03:36.29]You's a beat biter, a pop style taker\n[03:39.01]Tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:41.53]Chalk with the Alizé with a chaser\n[03:43.37]'Bout to get murdered for the cake\n[03:44.75]With E.D.I. Mean, approach the scene of the caper\n[03:46.82]Wicked like a loc', with knowledge deep in the choke\n[03:49.32]Blood don't smoke, we ain't no joke\n[03:52.58]Feelin' better be known, we approachin'\n[03:54.49]In a wide open, guns smokin'\n[03:56.20]No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:58.13]I got 'em crossed, soon as the funk is poppin' off\n[04:00.96]We gon' hit 'em up\n[04:03.96]Huh? Huh? 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But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Check this out:\n  You motherfuckers know what time it is\n  I don't know why I'm even on this track\n  You all niggas ain't even on my level\n  I'm going to let my little homies\n  Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches\n\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Get out the way, yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got dropped\n  Little Moo' pass the Mac\n  And let me hit em in his back\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right\n  For setting up traps\n  Little accident-murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of you\n  Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you\n  Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, nigga\n  And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, nigga\n  With the ready-power tucked in my Guess\n  Under my Eddie Bauer\n  Your clout petty/sour\n  I push packages ever hour, I hit em up\n\n  Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac\n  Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish\n  Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga I hit em up!\n\n  Peep how we do it\n  Keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggas getting killed with your mouths open\n  Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping\n  Smoking dope. It's like a Sherm-high\n  Niggas think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talking about you Getting Money\n  But it's funny to me\n  All you niggas living bummy\n  While you fucking with me\n  I'm a self-made millionaire!\n  Thug livin', out of prison\n  Pistols in the air\n  Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n  With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n  Motherfucker I'll hit em up\n\n  I'm from N E W Jers'\n  Where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Little Ceas'\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n  Copping pleas with these\n  Little Kim: is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the fuck, is you stupid?\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n  With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  And all your fake ass East coast props\n  Brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter\n  A Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n  E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun pistol smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n  Thug Life, niggas better be known\n  Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n  No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n  I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n  Nigga, I hit em up!\n\n  Now you tell me who won?\n  I see them, they run\n  They don't wanna see us\n  Whole Junior MAFIA clique dressing up to be us\n  How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on out job?\n  We millionaires, killing ain't fair but somebody got to do it\n  Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?\n  You little young-ass motherfuckers\n  Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?\n  You're fucking with me, nigga\n  You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack\n  You better back the fuck up\n  Before you get smacked the fuck up\n  This is how we do it on our side\n  Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, bring it\n  But we ain't singing, we bringing drama\n  Fuck you and your motherfucking mama\n  We're gonna kill all you motherfuckers\n  Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie\n  Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion\n  Well this is how we gonna do this:\n  Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie\n  Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew\n  And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too\n  Chino XL: fuck you too\n  All you motherfuckers, fuck you too\n  All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker\n  My .44 make sure all your kids don't grow\n  You motherfuckers can't be us or see us\n  We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders\n  Westside til we die\n  Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya\n  We'll bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job\n  You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob\n  Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas\n  All you motherfuckers feel us\n  Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple\n  You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts\n  You know how it is, when we drop records they felt\n  You niggas can't feel it, we the realist\n  Fuck em, we Bad Boy-killers\n"},{"id":35807585,"name":"Hit 'Em Up - Live","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up - Live","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live at the House Of Blues","duration":323.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nAyo\nI think y'all gonna like this next song\nWhen this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up\nY'all about to go crazy\nThey try to ban this song\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day\n(What) Come on, come on (take money)\nCome on, come on (take money)\nCome on, come on (take money)\nWhat's up niggas\nFirst off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim\nWestside when we ride come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life\nPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\nLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace\nI let them niggaz know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride tonight\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nFuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, we hit em' up\n(Take money)\nYes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)\nWest Coast, what's up? (take money)\nWhat's up\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga\nWith the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\nOh\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, I hit em' up\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open\nTryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\nAll you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight\nWith my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker, I hit 'em up\nI'm from N-E-W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario\nLittle Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas in de Janeiro\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\nYou's a, beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nnigga, better be known\nWe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up\nOh oh\nHah\nyeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCome on with the next shit\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, we hit em' up\nThat's right\nGo\nYo\nY'all gotta keep this shit real","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.94] Yeah\n[00:13.49] Ayo\n[00:16.51] I think y'all gonna like this next song\n[00:21.02] When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up\n[00:27.71] Y'all about to go crazy\n[00:28.65] They try to ban this song\n[00:29.96] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:32.11] But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day\n[00:36.63] (What) Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:38.01] Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:40.60] Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:42.38] What's up niggas\n[00:43.03] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim\n[00:45.68] Westside when we ride come equipped with game\n[00:48.21] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n[00:50.75] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life\n[00:53.40] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\n[00:55.86] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches\n[00:58.55] We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels\n[01:01.09] Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\n[01:03.87] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\n[01:06.25] Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n[01:08.76] Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n[01:11.17] Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace\n[01:14.33] I let them niggaz know it's on for life\n[01:15.90] So let the Westside ride tonight\n[01:18.40] Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n[01:21.35] Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\n[01:23.98] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\n[01:26.04] Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\n[01:28.61] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\n[01:31.28] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:33.09] Nigga, we hit em' up\n[01:34.48] (Take money)\n[01:36.14] Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)\n[01:38.85] West Coast, what's up? (take money)\n[01:41.84] What's up\n[01:43.54] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:46.11] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:48.35] Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back\n[01:51.62] Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\n[01:54.21] Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\n[01:56.45] Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:58.86] Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\n[02:02.22] Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint\n[02:04.71] Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga\n[02:07.35] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga\n[02:09.60] With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:12.15] Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\n[02:15.31] Oh\n[02:17.31] Call the cops, when you see Tupac\n[02:19.57] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\n[02:21.68] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[02:23.73] Nigga, I hit em' up\n[02:25.01] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\n[02:27.30] This ain't no freestyle battle\n[02:28.98] All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open\n[02:31.04] Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\n[02:33.55] Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly\n[02:36.68] But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die\n[02:39.01] Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\n[02:41.62] All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?\n[02:44.18] I'm a self made millionaire\n[02:45.70] Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\n[02:48.61] Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n[02:51.87] And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house\n[02:53.97] Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n[02:56.87] Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n[02:59.60] Now I'm bout to set the record straight\n[03:01.47] With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n[03:03.78] Motherfucker, I hit 'em up\n[03:05.15] I'm from N-E-W Jers'\n[03:06.93] Where plenty of murders occurs\n[03:07.93] No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n[03:09.71] Now go check the scenario\n[03:11.08] Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\n[03:13.81] Copping pleas in de Janeiro\n[03:14.87] Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n[03:16.80] Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n[03:19.25] What the fuck, is you stupid?\n[03:20.87] I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n[03:23.46] With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\n[03:25.57] With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n[03:27.74] Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\n[03:29.78] And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n[03:32.39] And all your fake ass East coast props\n[03:34.25] Brainstormed and locked\n[03:35.23] You's a, beat biter\n[03:36.35] A Pac style taker\n[03:37.58] I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n[03:39.98] Softer than Alize with a chaser\n[03:42.12] About to get murdered for the paper\n[03:43.61] E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper\n[03:45.52] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:48.66] Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\n[03:51.14] nigga, better be known\n[03:52.62] We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\n[03:55.16] No need for hoping, it's a battle lost\n[03:56.96] I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\n[03:59.57] Nigga, I hit em up\n[04:01.24] Oh oh\n[04:02.59] Hah\n[04:04.36] yeah\n[04:06.05] We hit 'em up\n[04:06.51] Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\n[04:09.05] Come on with the next shit\n[04:11.18] Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\n[04:12.66] Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[04:14.67] Nigga, we hit em' up\n[04:16.18] That's right\n[04:17.20] Go\n[04:20.00] Yo\n[04:21.18] Y'all gotta keep this shit real","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'Em Up - Live\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live at the House Of Blues\n  duration_ms: 323000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 7940\n  end_ms: 13490\n- text: Ayo\n  start_ms: 13490\n  end_ms: 16510\n- text: I think y'all gonna like this next song\n  start_ms: 16510\n  end_ms: 21020\n- text: When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up\n  start_ms: 21020\n  end_ms: 27710\n- text: Y'all about to go crazy\n  start_ms: 27710\n  end_ms: 28650\n- text: They try to ban this song\n  start_ms: 28650\n  end_ms: 29960\n- text: They don't wanna play my song\n  start_ms: 29960\n  end_ms: 32110\n- text: But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day\n  start_ms: 32110\n  end_ms: 36630\n- text: (What) Come on, come on (take money)\n  start_ms: 36630\n  end_ms: 38010\n- text: Come on, come on (take money)\n  start_ms: 38010\n  end_ms: 40600\n- text: Come on, come on (take money)\n  start_ms: 40600\n  end_ms: 42380\n- text: What's up niggas\n  start_ms: 42380\n  end_ms: 43030\n- text: First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim\n  start_ms: 43030\n  end_ms: 45680\n- text: Westside when we ride come equipped with game\n  start_ms: 45680\n  end_ms: 48210\n- text: You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n  start_ms: 48210\n  end_ms: 50750\n- text: We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life\n  start_ms: 50750\n  end_ms: 53400\n- text: Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\n  start_ms: 53400\n  end_ms: 55860\n- text: Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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Some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels\n  Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\n  Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\n  Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace\n  I let them niggaz know it's on for life\n  So let the Westside ride tonight\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\n  Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\n  Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\n  Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, we hit em' up\n  (Take money)\n  Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)\n  West Coast, what's up? (take money)\n  What's up\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back\n  Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\n  Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n  Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint\n  Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga\n  With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\n  Oh\n  Call the cops, when you see Tupac\n  Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\n  Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, I hit em' up\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle\n  All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open\n  Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\n  Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly\n  But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\n  All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?\n  I'm a self made millionaire\n  Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm bout to set the record straight\n  With my A.K. 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Some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels\nSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules\nLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya\nCut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace\nI let them niggaz know it's on for life\nSo let the Westside ride tonight\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nFuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, we hit em' up\n(Take money)\nYes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)\nWest Coast, what's up? (take money)\nWhat's up\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back\nFrank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya\nPoisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\nSpank ya shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint\nPuffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga\nWith the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nYa clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up\nOh\nCall the cops, when you see Tupac\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, I hit em' up\nPeep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle\nAll you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open\nTryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'\nSmokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly\nBut they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die\nTalkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me\nAll you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?\nI'm a self made millionaire\nThug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm bout to set the record straight\nWith my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate\nMotherfucker, I hit 'em up\nI'm from N-E-W Jers'\nWhere plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario\nLittle Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees\nCopping pleas in de Janeiro\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the fuck, is you stupid?\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\nWith my click looting, shooting and polluting your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAnd all your fake ass East coast props\nBrainstormed and locked\nYou's a, beat biter\nA Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\nE.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke\nnigga, better be known\nWe approaching in the wide open, gun smoking\nNo need for hoping, it's a battle lost\nI got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off\nNigga, I hit em up\nOh oh\nHah\nyeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac\nCome on with the next shit\nWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish\nNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, we hit em' up\nThat's right\nGo\nYo\nY'all gotta keep this shit real","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.94] Yeah\n[00:13.49] Ayo\n[00:16.51] I think y'all gonna like this next song\n[00:21.02] When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up\n[00:27.71] Y'all about to go crazy\n[00:28.65] They try to ban this song\n[00:29.96] They don't wanna play my song\n[00:32.11] But they want to play Fat Boy all goddamn day\n[00:36.63] (What) Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:38.01] Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:40.60] Come on, come on (take money)\n[00:42.38] What's up niggas\n[00:43.03] First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim\n[00:45.68] Westside when we ride come equipped with game\n[00:48.21] You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife\n[00:50.75] We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life\n[00:53.40] Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip\n[00:55.86] Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":30180587,"name":"Hit 'Em Up","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live At The House Of Blues","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n[00:05.58] Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n[00:13.35] Hey yo. 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But you punks didn't finish\n[01:29.17] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[01:31.33] N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n[01:34.54] Check this out\n[01:37.54] West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n[01:42.43] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n[01:44.08] Biggie Smalls just got shot\n[01:46.68] Little Moo', pass the MAC\n[01:48.11] And let me hit him in his back\n[01:49.85] Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n[01:52.01] Little accident murderer\n[01:53.98] And I ain't never heard of ya\n[01:55.16] Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n[01:57.07] Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n[01:59.67] Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n[02:01.53] P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n[02:05.60] And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n[02:07.53] With the ready power\n[02:09.01] Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n[02:10.23] I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n[02:12.53] When you see 2Pac\n[02:14.65] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[02:17.44] Who shot me? 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But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. 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I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. 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Mean approach the scene of the caper\n[03:43.89] Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n[03:46.01] Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n[03:47.92] Better be knowin'\n[03:50.43] We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n[03:52.33] No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n[03:54.41] I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n[03:57.10] I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n[04:02.66] We hit 'em up\n[04:03.87] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n[04:05.85] Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n[04:08.12] Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n[04:10.48] Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n[04:12.91] Hit 'em up, that's right!\n[04:14.53] (Take money, take money)\n[04:15.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit ’Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live at the House of Blues\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  start_ms: 1370\n  end_ms: 5580\n- text: Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  start_ms: 5580\n  end_ms: 13350\n- text: Hey yo. 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But you punks didn't finish\n  start_ms: 248120\n  end_ms: 250480\n- text: Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  start_ms: 250480\n  end_ms: 252910\n- text: Hit 'em up, that's right!\n  start_ms: 252910\n  end_ms: 254530\n- text: (Take money, take money)\n  start_ms: 254530\n  end_ms: 255540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255540\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":19201961,"name":"Hit 'Em Up","trackName":"Hit 'Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live At The House Of Blues","duration":265.0645,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live At The House Of Blues\n  duration_ms: 265065\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":19137137,"name":"Hit ’Em Up","trackName":"Hit ’Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live at the House of Blues","duration":265.06449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit ’Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live at the House of Blues\n  duration_ms: 265064\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":21947692,"name":"Hit 'em Up","trackName":"Hit 'em Up","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Live [2005 Reissue] (Vicp-62895) (Jp)","duration":256.235102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit 'em Up\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Live [2005 Reissue] (Vicp-62895) (Jp)\n  duration_ms: 256235\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"},{"id":27042031,"name":"Hit ’Em Up","trackName":"Hit ’Em Up","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live at the House of Blues","duration":303.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\nYeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\nHey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n(I think they do)\n\nWhen this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\nI want all the West Coast people to give up some love\nWhen this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\nThey tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\nThey don't wanna play my song\nBut they wanna play fat boy over here\nWhat? Come on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (Take money)\nCome on, come on (What's up)\n\nFirst off, f- and the clique you claim\nWestside when we ride, come equipped with game\nYou claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\nWe bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\nPlus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\nBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\nWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\nSteady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\nLil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\nCut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\nLil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\nQuick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\nI'll let them n- know it's on for life\nDon't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\nBad Boy murdered on wax and killed\nF- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\nSee, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nN-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\nCheck this out\nWest Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\nGet out the way yo, get out the way yo\nBiggie Smalls just got shot\nLittle Moo', pass the MAC\nAnd let me hit him in his back\n\nFrank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\nLittle accident murderer\nAnd I ain't never heard of ya\nPoisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\nSpank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\nGuard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\nP- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\nAnd I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\nWith the ready power\nTucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\nI push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\nWhen you see 2Pac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nNigga, say what?\n\nPeep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\nThis ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\nWith your mouths open\nTryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\nSmokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\nN- think they learned to fly\nBut they burn, you deserve to die\nTalkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\nAll you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\nI'm a self-made millionaire\nThug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\nBiggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\nAnd beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\nNow it's all about Versace, you copied my style\nFive shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\nNow I'm back to set the record straight\n\nWith my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\nI'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\nNo points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\nNow go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\nI'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\nLittle Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\nGet your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\nWhat the, is you stupid\nI take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\nWith my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\nWith a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\nOutlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\nAnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\nAll your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\nYou's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\nI'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\nSofter than Alize with a chaser\nAbout to get murdered for the paper\n\nE.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\nLike a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\nGun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\nBetter be knowin'\nWe approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\nNo need for hopin', it's a battle lost\nI got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\nI hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\nWe hit 'em up\nGrab your glocks when you see Tupac\nCall the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\nWho shot me? But you punks didn't finish\nNow you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\nHit 'em up, that's right!\n\n(Take money, take money)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit ’Em Up\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live at the House of Blues\n  duration_ms: 303600\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We, the, Outlawz (Prison in America)\n  Yeah, (If you think there's no justice, think again)\n  Hey yo. I think ya'll gonna like this next song\n  (I think they do)\n\n  When this song drop, y'all gots to go crazy\n  I want all the West Coast people to give up some love\n  When this song come on (Ya'll got to go crazy)\n  They tried to ban this song (Everybody)\n\n  They don't wanna play my song\n  But they wanna play fat boy over here\n  What? Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (Take money)\n  Come on, come on (What's up)\n\n  First off, f- and the clique you claim\n  Westside when we ride, come equipped with game\n  You claim to be a player, but I f- your wife\n  We bust on Bad Boys, niggas f- for life\n\n  Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip\n  Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches\n  We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels\n  Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules\n\n  Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya\n  Cut your young up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased\n  Lil' Kim, don't f- around with real G's\n  Quick to snatch yo' off the streets, so f- peace\n\n  I'll let them n- know it's on for life\n  Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)\n  Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed\n  F- with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know\n\n  See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  N-, I hit 'em up! Yes, yo' aha, Outlawz ey\n\n  Check this out\n  West Coast, West fo' life, what's up, hit me\n\n  Get out the way yo, get out the way yo\n  Biggie Smalls just got shot\n  Little Moo', pass the MAC\n  And let me hit him in his back\n\n  Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps\n  Little accident murderer\n  And I ain't never heard of ya\n  Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya\n\n  Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank\n  Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your a- in the paint\n  P- weaker than the f- ' block I'm runnin' through, n-\n  And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, n-\n\n  With the ready power\n  Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer\n  I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up!\n\n  When you see 2Pac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Nigga, say what?\n\n  Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel\n  This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n- gettin' killed\n  With your mouths open\n  Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'\n\n  Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high\n  N- think they learned to fly\n  But they burn, you deserve to die\n  Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me\n\n  All you n- livin' bummy, why you f- with me?\n  I'm a self-made millionaire\n  Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)\n  Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch\n\n  And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?\n  Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style\n  Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled\n  Now I'm back to set the record straight\n\n  With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate\n\n  I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs\n  No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs\n  Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease\n  I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro\n\n  Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?\n  Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up\n  What the, is you stupid\n  I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn\n\n  With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block\n  With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot\n  Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch\n  And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped\n  All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked\n\n  You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker\n  I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker\n  Softer than Alize with a chaser\n  About to get murdered for the paper\n\n  E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper\n  Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke\n  Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke\n  Better be knowin'\n  We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'\n\n  No need for hopin', it's a battle lost\n  I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off\n  I hit 'em up, what, what? Huh, huh, yeah\n  We hit 'em up\n  Grab your glocks when you see Tupac\n  Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh\n  Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish\n  Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace\n  Hit 'em up, that's right!\n\n  (Take money, take money)\n"}]