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    Default hit em up video version

    [Tupac talking]
    Yo, I ain't got no friends (take money)
    Yea, I'm a do this track (take money)
    Westside, (take money) M.O.B., bad boy killa (take money)
    Hahaha, hey fat boy (take money)
    Hehe

    [Tupac]
    First off, touched your chick and the click you claim
    Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
    You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys brothers touched for life
    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricks
    We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for ya' jewels
    Steady rushin' while we bustin' at you fools, you know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave ya
    Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
    Little Kim, don't conversate with real G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, your new weave
    I'll let them suckers know It's on for life
    Don't let the westside ride tonight (hehehaha)
    Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killed
    Mess with me and get your caps peeled
    You know, huh

    [Chorus - Tupac]
    Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
    Call the cops when you see Tupac
    Uhh who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    Sucker, I hit 'em up

    [Tupac]
    Yeah, (take money) straight out on the Bad Boy camp
    (take money) You know how we do it
    All my real homeboys in New York keep (take money) thuggin'
    All the rest of you bustas die slow!(take money) hahaha

    [Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal]
    Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
    You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little Mu' pass the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
    Little accident murderer and I ain't never heard of ya
    Poise less gats attack when I'm servin' ya
    Shank ya, spank ya, your whole style when I gank
    Guard your rank cause I'm a slam that ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through
    And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you
    With the ready power, tucked in my guess under the Eddie Bower
    Your clout petty sour I push packages every hour
    I hit 'em up

    [Chorus: Tupac]
    Grab your blocks when you see Tupac
    Call the cops when you see Tupac
    Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    Busta, I hit 'em up

    [Tupac]
    Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin' killed with your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin', smokin' dope
    It's like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly
    But they burn little suckers you deserve to die
    Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me
    All you suckers livin' bummy while you messin' with me
    I'm a self made millionaire
    Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (haha)
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the house
    Now it's all about versace, you copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight, with my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Little busta
    I Hit 'Em Up

    [Yaki Kadafi]
    I'm from N-E-W Jerz where plenty of murders occurs
    No points, no commas we bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring my enemies to they knees
    Coppin' pleas in Degenario
    Big Mama is ya coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    Please tell me is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
    With fifteen shot
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch
    And you pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
    And all your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

    [E.D.I. Amin]
    You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to your face, you ain't nothin' but a faker
    Softer than Alizé with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper
    E.D.I. Amin approach the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin' smoke
    Outlawz we ain't no joke
    Thug Life cowards better be known
    We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin
    No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
    I got em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
    Haha, I hit 'em up

    [Outro - Tupac + Prince Ital Joe]
    Empty clips, set trip
    You know what time it is, Westside, (take money) Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
    California love (take money), California thug (take money)
    You know what time it is
    (take money) Bad Boy Killa haha
    Mobb Deep Killa,(take money)
    Chino XL Killa (take money)
    Much love to Smiff N Wesson
    Freddie Foxxx (take money)
    Bunchy The Fat Bastard
    Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there (take money)
    (Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
    Keep it comin'!
    (Outlaw Immortal will never switch)
    Westsiiiide!
    You know what time it is
    (Police informa, di bwoy dem a snitch)
    All my real homeboyz in Jerzey,
    (Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch)
    get up!
    (New York uno better respect 2PAC)
    Outlaw!
    (an di yute Big, dem proud to be black)
    Thug Life! to die...
    (Jealousy some of them act idiaat)
    Westsiiiide!
    (Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
    Outlaw!
    Live it up or give it up, nigga!
    (2PAC a di artical an dats a fact)
    Hahahaha, Yeah!
    (so seh dis an def seh dat,)
    You know what time it is
    (New York uno betta respect 2PAC,)
    Love bout you, hate about me
    (if uno diss, u will gonna get a gunshot)
    Gun talkin' automatic mini's`
    (Outlaw Immortal will come an attack)
    eleven's, fo'teens,
    (radical posse, as we have thug life back)
    whatever!
    (Jamaican posse, yes, we love 2PAC,)
    You wanna see us? Have you punks wannabe us
    (warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack)
    Bad boy killas, we the realest, whatever!
    (New York uno better respect 2PAC,)
    We got, together, Outlawz!
    (an di yute big, dem proud to be black)
    Thugs to the realest, feel us
    (Jealousy some of them act idiaat)
    All you suckas die
    (Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack)
    Slow, my fo'fo', go, bow-bow
    (2PAC a di artical an dats a fact)
    Kastro, EDI, close my foes
    (so seh dis an so seh dat,)
    Without love, no love, do ya
    (respect to my bredren 2PAC)
    You knew it!
    (Respect to the hard to kill yute)
    It came with it, we bought it, record it, THUG LIFE!
    (Now I don't give a fuck about what everybody said)
    forever, together, we ride, we die, we high
    (y'all understand?)
    (if ya don't know somebody you ain't supposed to judge em)
    FOREVER!
    THUG LIFE!
    (that yute big ya done)
    OUTLAW RIDAHZ!
    WESTSIIIIIDE!
    M.O.B
    Last edited by Makaveli_Kadafi; 10-28-2011 at 02:05 PM.

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    Default Hit'em Up (demo)

    [Intro:Tupac]
    I ain't got no muthafuckin' friends
    What y'all niggas talkin' about
    Hell yeah
    I'm a do this muthafuckin' track
    (Right)
    And they know exactly
    Who I'm talkin' about too
    You old bitch made niggas

    [Tupac]
    Cause
    Uh
    Niggas talk plenty shit
    So many tricks
    I fucked your bitch
    Cause I'm true to this
    Witness the hit
    You talk bad about a nigga
    When I got blasted
    Hope you made a little money
    While the funk lasted
    Heard they call you Big Poppa
    Nigga how you figure
    Cause to me
    You'll always be a phony fat nigga
    I can't be copied
    even wearin' Versace
    Nigga you run or buck
    Scared as fuck
    If the guns would bust
    Now niggas talk
    I got a list
    Of player haters and fakes
    You bitch niggas
    Gettin' blown away
    You cross-eyed
    Down syndrome
    Crack baby
    So you and Puffy are tough
    Now that's crazy
    I got your ass in my sight
    Niggas dyin' tonight
    We screamin'
    West Side for life
    And I can't wait
    To see you niggas in traffic
    Cause we gonna get 'em up
    (Ha ha ha)
    When you see me
    You better bust
    Cause I'm a hit 'em up

    [Chorus: Tupac]
    Grab your blocks
    When you see Tupac
    (Uh)
    Call the cops
    When you see Tupac
    (Uh)
    Who shot me
    But you punks didn't finish
    Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
    Of a menace
    Nigga we hit 'em up

    [Napoleon]
    It's hard to explain,
    It wasn't my thing when I was a younger
    Before my shit, I swear to God
    I'll leave you stick just to make a come up (ooooh nigga)
    Niggas run up, it's mo' murder for the money
    Got caught up tryin' to make a harder record
    You should've been done checked it
    Cause I bet you, in this life (for life)
    You'll never gonna see a nigga like me wanting to battle up on T.V
    I rather release some of these
    And put a slug to you busta ass niggas and continue to squeeze
    I got some niggas back in Jersey
    That rather be jackin' cars and robbin' bitch niggas like yall for emergency
    Let's take it back to the westside, them niggas sure gonna be ridahs
    And plus we Thug Life niggas, so call us multiply
    Finger on the trigger, bitches standin' by us
    But we don't trust 'em, they might be the first that we gonna bust on
    Just label me a Bad Boy Killa
    You Mobb Deep bitches gonna feel us
    When we turn into killas

    [E.D.I. Amin]
    Now it's B.B.K all day, ain't no frontin', ain't no trippin
    Strictly Bad Boy Killa, shoot that ass like a squeala
    Now let this muthafucka top down, I'm fin to drop rounds
    Let these sounds pop and then I hop out
    Send a shout out, to all my shit to walk on East Coast
    What's up to the ridahs in L.A, Long Beach, on up to the East O
    Shootin' at yo, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtue
    Dump these pistols, rest that tidal will turn you purple
    Wanna take no fame
    With enemies to the game
    Who'll get that ass tame simple and plain
    Y'all know the name, drama, ridahs, thru the whole line up
    Niggas get tired of dumping with they .4
    Then we mobbing thru they hood slow, no need for runnin
    Cause we don't give a fuck
    Cause I before them
    We got to hit they ass on up

    [Hussein Fatal]
    Hehe
    Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got shot
    And I'm a true eagle stormin
    nigga take yo fat ass to California
    I catch you on any East Coast corner and you'se a goner
    Puffy weaker then a fuckin' block
    I'm runnin' thru nigga, and I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you nigga
    with the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
    Yo clout petty sour, I'll push packages every hour
    My sons pass moon, slappin' nickels on glass 40's
    So hand me the cash, you made on the Ave
    But that's yo ass shorty
    I gotta team that sell more bottles then soda
    Move my ears like yoda
    Quick as a cobra and never sober

    [Kadafi]
    I'm on a twelve o'clock cruise to Brooklyn
    And I'm lookin' for the third, let's see no barrel ready to get his life tookin
    So where yo killas at and fetti
    Trick don't test me to leave yo coward ass stripped and a full clip empty in yo stomach
    Choosin all, yeah nigga runnin'
    Poppin' all you cowards that be jockin' a nigga behind you
    You done just about made it on impossible to escape
    Another emergency visit to the hospital
    I can't wait to meet up with all you bitches in the streets
    So I can leave all you cowards bleedin in yo fuckin' seats when we hit 'em up

    [Storm]
    If ya a Big Bad muthafucka, come step to this
    I got points in the clips and winds of the clip
    Who wanna test that, to the 1.2.3. bound to get they ass put under
    Cause the Storm bring nothing but thunder (that's right)
    Who's the bomb nigga, quick to feel that empty finga
    Situations on my Na-Na, who's the bigga trigga
    Approach a true G, you thought I was begeezy
    Now you on yo knees shakin' me

    [Prince Ital Joe]

    Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich
    Outlaw Immortal will never switch
    Police informa, di bwoy dem a snitch
    Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch
    New York uno better respect 2PAC
    an di yute Big, dem proud to be black
    Jealousy some of them act idiat
    Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack
    2PAC a di artical an dats a fact
    so seh dis an so seh dat
    New York uno betta respect 2PAC
    if uno diss, u will gonna get a gunshot
    Outlaw Immortal will come an attack
    radical posse, as we have thug life back
    Jamaican posse, yes, we love 2PAC
    warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack
    New York uno better respect 2PAC
    an di yute big, dem proud to be black
    Jealousy some of them act idiat
    Hangin' pondi corner some of dem smoke crack
    2PAC a di artical an dats a fact
    so seh dis an so seh dat
    Respect to my bredren 2PAC

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    Watch Your Mouth (street science intro)

    [Dominique]
    Street Science, you're on the air [static]
    What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]

    [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]

    [Dominique]
    Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]
    a tension between East and West? [static]
    He's talking about killing people [static]
    I had sex with your wife and not in those words [static]
    but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]

    [Makaveli]
    I love L.A.


    [Intro - Makaveli]
    Yo Pac I heard this nigga dissed you! Some nigga...
    Let this be my motherfuckin' reply
    to that little bitch, fuck yall doin
    (Make sure you bring it Pac)
    Around the way type shit.
    (Yo Pac do that shit Westside style)
    All them little hidden words in your raps.
    All them mixtapes yall droppin'
    Make sure you bring it
    Trying to get with me.
    Bring it live nigga world wide feel it!
    (Don't forget to talk)

    [Makaveli]
    You heard it wrong nigga
    Ain't nothin' sweet about my techniques
    You checkin' for my breathless qoutes
    I wrote deadly.
    My history so thoroughly involves destruction
    Niggas left with they ass bleedin', lyrical fuckin'. (wooahh)
    Open up first to bust
    Let me see your heart
    Turn the lights down
    Cause I might clown in the dark
    When I check for the hearts of men what do we find?
    Niggas watchin' for my pockets plannin' plots on mine.
    Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak for me in history
    A legend you define me
    Don Makaveli bitch
    Bow down to Death Row
    Fuck what you say
    We untouchable now that we done shook Doc Dre
    He ain't made a beat in six years
    Swear he the shit
    Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick
    Let me get my preach on
    Nigga drop the beat I get my freak on
    The wrong one for you to speak on
    Muthafucka watch ya mouth!

    [Hook]
    Come on, come on
    Live like this nigga
    Come on, come on
    Silly nigga
    Watch ya mouth
    Stick and move
    Stick and move
    Bring the muthafuckin hands
    Bring the heat
    Bring the funk
    Eh yo Pac swing on that trick nigga
    Let's do it

    [Makaveli]
    I heard Nas got beef 'cause I'm dissin' his click
    Cool (skinny nigga) come bring ya ass nigga you can get dissed
    I'm world wide steady war rappin'
    Get ya cash on nigga
    Five times platinum (how many you sold?)
    What's that?
    De la got a problem with this hard shit
    Ever since "Me myself and I" yall been garbage
    (you know I'm tellin the truth)
    Imma keep it real
    Show you how it feels to ride
    Yall went 3 feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen shit)
    Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
    That's the truth
    I got a jar full of niggas nuts (slurp, slurp)
    That's for you
    Let the Eastside Westside drama cease
    I'll come alone to your own streets
    Outlaw
    Prepare for panic when I unleash
    Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece
    (watch your muthafuckin)
    Cream Puff never had no heart to start
    How the hell Biggie Smalls got the part?
    Watch ya mouth!

    [Hook]
    Don Makaveli
    stick and move
    stick and move
    Killuminati style, nigga

    Keep your muthafuckin hands up
    Killuminati style
    Yea, we gonna do this for awhile
    I got a lot of shit
    You know how we do it
    Killuminati
    Let's do this nigga


    [Makaveli]
    What I bring to you is hardcore
    The very essense of my poetry
    Dislexic so you backwards ass niggas
    Will know it's me
    The only G to bleed for the shit I bring
    And swing hard on motherfuckas that's my thing
    Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. trying to throw me
    Don't get your life took trying to run with ya homie
    Yall know me
    Same nigga so quick to blast
    On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash
    Holla
    My name the game will follow
    Wait
    An I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
    Bunch of washed up jealous ass punks through
    quit bullshittin' Pac flip the promo
    Makaveli rise
    All you niggas die when I come
    I'll do some fly shit an be done
    They say Pac ain't got love for the East Side
    You's a lyin' motherfucka nigga we ride
    Watch ya mouth!

    [Outro]
    Love that shit! I love that thug shit!
    I wrote this for my niggas on the East side
    (I love that thug shit)
    I wrote this for my niggas on the West side
    (how I love that thug shit)
    I wrote this for my niggas on the East side
    (put your hands on it)
    I wrote this for my niggas on the West side
    (hands on ya heat)
    All my niggas in the north run, run with me
    (all the niggaz in the streets)
    All my niggas in the north run, run with me
    (hands on ya heat)
    For my niggas down south now get with me
    For my niggas down south now get with me
    For my niggaz on the east side, east side
    (fly, fly bitches, out there)
    For my niggaz on the west side, west side
    (fly, fly bitches)
    For my niggas up north of course
    (fly, fly bitches)
    For my niggas up north of course
    (fly if you out there)
    For my niggas down south no doubt
    (if you out there)
    For my niggas down south no doubt
    (the bitches is bomb)
    For my niggaz on the east side, east side
    (fly niggas, fly niggas)
    For my niggaz on the west side, west side
    (fly niggas, getting by)
    For my niggas up north of course
    (fly bitches, fly bitches)
    For my niggas up north of course
    (fly and getting high)
    For my niggas down south no doubt
    For my niggas down south no doubt
    Come on
    My dream is to see real niggas and real bitches
    Get to together and have real kids and have a real
    life and get real money
    Come on, uh
    My problem. Fake niggas always
    Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
    Come on, uh
    The solution. Multiple guns, ammunition
    Come on, yea
    And game type mobsters
    What you'll find, always rough rugged and raw
    Come on, yea
    Outlaw. West side. Death Row. Thug life.
    Dre can’t fuck with this, uh
    Yea, you know my trial
    To live and die In L.A.
    To live in and die in L.A.
    They say Dre can’t fuck with this, heyyeyeyeyeye
    Uh, Dre can’t fuck with this, heyeheye
    Hahahahahahaa
    Yea nigga, the prodigal son
    Ya this might have been your muthafuckin record label
    When you was here, nigga
    When you see where you at, and you see where the fuck I’m at, nigga
    Westside. Deathrow the Untouchable style, nigga
    I took your shit, you bitch made nigga
    You up out of this shit, nigga
    You got it erased nigga
    You know the muthafuckin history
    M.O.B. nigga, mob style
    We don’t like your trick ass
    You up out of here, nigga
    By murder, or by hardcore styles
    It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
    You walkin nigga
    You don’t even come out in the morning
    Cuz you know what time it is
    Don’t even front muthafucka
    You think by getting with my enemy
    That will get you some love with my heart, nigga?
    FUCK YOU

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    World Wide Dime Piece
    [Queen]
    Shit
    Ain't nothin' wrong with fuckin' with a nigga from the east coast
    (coughing)
    Ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' a lil piece of the east (ah huh ahem *coughing) (no doubt!)
    You know I stayed on the West Coast
    And I'm the queen with the most
    I fuck with the East Coast nigga
    And that's for damn sure
    (Hey, hey baby I'm from the east and I recognize shit I'm from the east ya' know
    and I just got a call from my man Pac, and we were talking about how we like to toss 'em up
    How we like our bitches ya' know? (Mm, hmm), so uh I mean
    So I loooove me some Cali pussy

    [Queen]
    Aight nigga you don't know nothin' bout cali pussy though (yeah yeah)
    You couldn't possibly know nothin' bout this west shit right here

    [Greg Nice]

    Ugh ugh ugh ugh (shit check it out)
    Yo, money don't grow on trees
    Everybody talkin' bout they movin' ki's
    Probably they gettin' dirt on they knees
    No time for bull crap I gotta get these
    Soon as I step my feet up in the jam
    Eye balls on me wanna know who I am
    Fail to realize I'm the same man
    Made it funky for you
    With the pure blim blam
    A jelly fish, uh
    You know I can't stand
    Hung out with my crew, jerked more than a grand
    Frontin' ass nigga ain't nothin' but a fan
    I know we can make it, yes we can can
    Greg N.I.C.E game playa get dough and buy land
    Expand and help my brother man
    Check me out y'all
    A check me out y'all
    A check me out
    Check me out
    A check me out y'all y'all

    [Capitol L.S]

    Let me lick you up (haha)
    Let me lick you down (fat pussies)
    Come on baby (and fat asses)
    Let me lick you all around (all these eastside westside bitches)
    What do you do
    When the pussy leaves you stranded
    9 times out of 10 I escape like the bandit
    I took this slanted dime bitch for granted
    I couldn't understand it the ass broke out like mass transit
    I was with it cushy
    Was with the freaky deeky
    The dickey dickey equivalent to the dickey dickey
    My mushy pushy was all up inside your gushy pussy
    Hey yo yo you make sure she douchey douchey
    Without a doubt
    Yo I'll be all on top of that
    My dick stays strapped, with a top hat
    I peeked your nipples
    Protruding through your negligee
    And hey you say we can do this shit here everyday
    Lets works this out like Jane Fonda
    Over turkey lasagna
    Or we can take this to the back of the Honda
    You need to feel warm nut on your breasts
    Ain't nothin' fuckin' with them niggaz from the west

    [Makaveli]

    Na
    Eternally thug nigga
    Hil figga, made by Tommy
    So when I speak hope to reach my biunique mammies
    Or come to poppy
    I love it when it's wet and sloppy
    In and out the mouth piece
    Until I cum no one can stop me
    My bump and grind will do ya' every time
    Come get a blast of this thug passion
    It'll blow ya' mind
    Hey
    Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back
    It's a Westside thing fuckin' hoes around the map
    Walkin' down 1.2.5 while I'm peepin' out hotties
    And they..
    Seduce my jimmie I'll be screamin' give me body
    Make 'em all scream my name out
    Give me my props and don't you
    Love how this thug nigga beat up the cock
    I'm at the weekend parade
    I'm watchin' caramel bitches play
    Get with real niggas
    Bull shit will never get you paid
    This is the dream of a young black teen
    I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend
    Now come on

    [Asu]

    I get my shit off like clothes before sex
    Steppin' to bitches like gortex
    Matter fact your next
    On the agenda
    So I'm a send a fuckin' head
    If ya' say the wrong sentence
    Sprint like long distance
    Hit some laps baby
    I'm bustin' raps baby
    Chillin' with them niggas
    That's fuckin' peelin' caps baby
    Mad love
    Bring shoulder across through time zones
    Try to catch a cyclone
    You get ya' mind blown
    I show 'em
    How I attract, all shapes and sizes
    All eyes is on whatever makes it rises
    Once she come through
    I'm a show ya' just what lumber do
    You got a man
    I'll be ya' the pencil and ya' number 2
    It's all the same wherever you go
    Hoes is hoes
    Foes is foes
    Pros is pros
    Yeah y'all niggas know
    From East to West it's all the same
    Once they hit the mattress
    bitches catchin' dickslexia
    Screamin' my name backwards
    Usa, Usa ohh

    [Snoop dogg talking]

    Ain't that so
    Hmm
    Now i dun been around the world
    And aye ya ya
    I dun had some bad bitches
    And I can't deny
    I had some bitches in New York
    Some Puerto Rican bitches
    Puerto Rico
    Hey
    Puerto Rico
    Come on
    Puerto Rico
    Hey, hey
    Puerto Rico
    That's what the pussy said
    When I got up outta it
    That felt good
    I've even had some hoes in D.C
    I'm sayin some college hoes
    I had some hoes down south
    Umm yeah southern hospitality (the pussy the pussy was the bomb)
    I even had some hoes up north, in Vallayho
    What's up to all my Vallayho's? (the pussy the pussy the pussy was the bomb)
    I even had some hoes down in Idaho
    Gotta say wassup to all my Idahoes (the pussy the pussy the pussy was the bomb)
    Oh wee
    I even had some hoes over seas
    The pussy (pussy) was the bomb (the pussy the pussy the pussy was the bomb)
    We got off (echoes)

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    Great Lyrics Pac
    Yo, will I live or die ?
    I don't know cause it's stranger times
    I'm too high to read the muthafuckin danger signs.
    niggas all on my phone talkin major shit
    and you mad cause I don't wanna page you, bitch
    now quit being quick to flip
    my niggas dying over small time trifling shit
    so I ain't got time for these you know whats
    on the nuts of a nigga makin major bucks
    I'm all lost, running from the police force,
    New York's finest, comin right behind us
    mind flippin off the Moet that a nigga's sippin
    open fire on them bitches if they get to trippin
    mob on the scene with the Squad from Queens,
    drinkin Hennessey, muthafuckin ... green
    Plus the mini 14 for the punks wit funk
    drop the trunk on them silly bitches, blast them punks

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