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TYGA FEAT 2PAC & JADAKISS lyrics : "Hit Em Up"

[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 10 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 the 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


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[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'mma 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

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[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, sipping
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
Street politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA ^!$$%s screaming Westside


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