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2PAC, JADAKISS FEAT TYGA lyrics : "Hit Em Up [HOTEL CALIFORNIA]"


[Hook: Tyga]
I said $#&@ them other ^!$$%s, cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s

$#&@ them other ^!$$%s, cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s
$#&@ them other ^!$$%s, I ride for my ^!$$%s
I die for my ^!$$%s, ^!$$% I hit em up

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T Raww go stay Westside, killa cat pillar,
No ceiling, probably worth ten million

Poor ^!$$% watch chilla, you ain't even gotta feel it
That's chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
I sick my dogs at you, yeah

They ain't call the dog catcher, (*##$
Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
So high just laughing, hah

Burners in the attic, they ain't know I had it
Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop a target
Driving backwards, I'm a hundred bill fanatic

Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
Keep staring, rather die that ^!$$% than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit

Black card credit, told them I don't use debit
^!$$% know that's my motto, I could do this %#@! forever so
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
We don't rock with them ^!$$%s anyway, $#&@ them
We'd ever caught them in the hood, we'd a stuck them

Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
We about that action, you ain't about nothin'
Girl of your dream, I already had her

If it ain't my team, it don't really matter
Short stay, I'm only in town for the figures
Even when I'm up, I'm still down for my ^!$$%s

Need nothing else, don't concern me or worry me
Nah, I'ma ride 'til they burn me or bury me
Cause the truth is, ^!$$%s die every day

Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
I don't switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head, let the (*##$ slide

Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far as the other side go, you know how I feel
[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga]
You gotta watch your back
Stay strapped, be alert

Started as a young mother$#&@er doin' dirt
Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels
Ain't got %#@! to lose

Gonna $#&@ up and bust young ^!$$%s with tools
The intricate designs of my lethal lines
Now time hard to find a job, easier to rhyme

These days, mother$#&@ers talk %#@!
And turn snitch when you see 'em
They ain't talkin' 'bout %#@!

Westside
I keep a vest on my chest
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book

But I don't give a $#&@
Government got a ^!$$% feelin' stuck
While these same little !@#%s gettin' $#&@ed for a quick buck

Weed make my mind roam
All alone, ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked

I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew

Get loaded, can't control it
^!$$%, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
Then smoke it, sippin Hennessy

Plottin' on my enemies
'Comin back twice as hard
Like, remember me

My hustle to my dyin' days
^!$$%s dyin' every day
And we celebrate with pain

Pourin' champagne
Drink politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, L.A. ^!$$%s screaming Westside

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