Тупак Шакур - Hit Em Up - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I have no friends now.

Therefore, I fucked your woman, a fat asshole!

{Hold the green} West coast!

Killer Bad Boy'ev

{Hold the green} You generally know life ...

We will show it to you

{Hold the green}

At first I ramped your woman, and scored on you!

If the West is in business, then in a large way.

You also wanted to become cool, and I planted your wife.

We always leave Bad Boy'ev in the ass.

Puffy wants my heart to stop, and in the meantime, I urine Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

And we are going! Selecting pebbles from you,

We just shoot and leave you in fools, you know the rules. Little Ceaser, ask your lads how I will dump from you, cutting your pharynxes, poke into pieces and leave it to die. Lil Kim, do not contact real men,

Better take your ass from the streets faster, to hell with a truce! It will cost them all life.

Let the West Side have fun today! [ha ha]

I will finish them and soak them with this song!

Let them say at least a word - I will tear off the booshi. ...So that...

Chorus:

Grab your guns when you see Tupaca,

Call the cops when you see Tupak!

You shot me: but, morons, you could not finish!

So you will feel how I'm angry

Hey, I'll kill them!

Interlude: tupac

You are assholes, at least you know that now it is over time.

I didn't understand why I am in this song,

You all are still far from me

I'm going to get cold with my friends,

And tear yourself away, freaks. You are clear to you !!!

Verse Two:

Dump from our path, hey you ...

Biggie - omitted!

Little Moo Give me a barrel - I am not ashamed to shoot him in the back! Frank White* will go for his settles.

Just a small accident ... and I will never hear him again. Vile bullets fly when you do not wait for them. Sharpowing to the side while I am stoned ... - This is in your style

So look around until I equalized with the ground!

Puffy is weaker than he imagined about himself.

I will fry your gang all your gang. I will put my guess on your funeral, and compared to my outline from Eddie Bower, your clothes are sucks! I will change the outfits every hour so as not to get dirty in the blood, because I urinate you !!!

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Look, how we do it, checked, this is a prison hardening, this is not a freestyle -bout, you are all here

You will be killed without having time and open your mouth,

If you try to run into me. You still hope to smoke grass - but this is a misconception:

The guys think they learned to fly

But they are born assholes, and deserve only death!

They say that they are rowing unmeasured grandmas, but it is funny to me:

You are generally a little alive while dealing with me

I myself became a millionaire

Living in concepts outside the prison, bullets fly in the air!

Biggie, remember how I allowed you to sleep in my hole

And begged different bitches to allow you to sleep from them?

And something else about Versacci, you copied my style.

Five shots will not stop me, I just smiled at the bullets,

I still write in the studios, but with Kalash behind my belt

And I'm still a man whom you hate so.

Vessunok ... I will dine everyone!

Verse Four:

I'm from New Jersey, where someone is constantly being killed,

Where there is nowhere to hide. We bring misfortune to all your herd! Go, check with the script, Little Cease,

I'll put you on my knees, Galim Gangster,

And I will make you ask for mercy, because this is not your zone.

Lil Kim - you haven't fucked for a long time ... or smoked.

You will wait for your man-overgrown man.

What kind of shit? Are you stupid?

I will row the money, I will destroy and trample all Brooklyn,

Screening, shooting and desecrating your quarter.

With a complete clip, I am lurked to you all

Outlaw Mafia switched to another level.

So you better keep silent and do not boast

All your stupid East Coast gang is completely without brains!

You steal rhythms, adults of the style of Tupac,

I will tell you in the face: there is nothing dumber than plagiarism!

Better a weapon in the hands of a drunk,

Who is ready to kill for the dollar.