Hit Em Up

	  		
Intro 

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends 
                                Am 
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker 
             Dm 
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money) 
Em                                      
You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money) 
Am 
(Take money) 


Verse 

           Am 
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim 
Dm 
Westside when we ride come equipped with game 
Em 
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife 
Am 
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life 
Am 
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip 
Dm 
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches 
Em 
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels 
Am 
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules 
Am 
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya 
Dm 
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased 
Em 
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's 
Am 
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace 
Am 
I let them niggaz know it's on for life 
Dm 
So let the Westside ride tonight 
Em 
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed 
Am 
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 


Am 
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac 
Dm 
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh 
Em 
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish 
Am 
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace 
Am 
Nigga, I hit em' up