Lyrics:

1. Hit 'Em Up 5:12

I ain't (Sucker-ass) got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked cho' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money)
Westside
Bad Boy killers (Take money, you know)
You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it too (Take money, that's aight, haha)
Take money (Haha)
First off

Fuck yo' bitch and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim da be a player, but I fucked cho' wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark-ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut cha young ass up
Leave you in pieces, now, be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around wit' real G's
Quick da snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets
So, fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get cho' caps peeled, you know
See

Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But cha punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout da feel the wrath of a menace (Uh-huh, yeah)
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out, chu motherfuckers know what time it is (Take money)
Ion't even know why I'm on this track (Take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level, I'ma let my lil' homies ride (Take money)
On you (Ayo, ayo) bitch-made-ass Bad Boy bitches (Hold the fuck up, yeah, take money)
Get out the way, yo

Get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard cha rank 'cause I'ma slam yo' ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fucking block I'm running through, nigga
And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty, sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up

Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But cha punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout da feel the wrath of a menace (Uh-huh, yeah)
Nigga, we hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed wit' cha mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned a fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve da die
Talking 'bout cha getting money, but it's funny da me
All you niggas living bummy while you fucking with me
I'm a self-made millionaire ('Naire)
Thug living, out of prison, pistols in the air (Air)
Haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let cha sleep on the couch
And begged a bitch to let cha sleep in the house? Uh
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm 'bout da set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that cha love da hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now, go check the scenario
Little Cease, I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get cha little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash, and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique, moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked (Haha, you's a)

Beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell ya to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
'Bout da get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Lil' Caesar in a choke
Gun toting smoke, we ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowing
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit 'em up (Up)

Now, you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahaha
They don't wanna see us (Take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressing up tryna be us (Take money)
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires
Killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money)
Oh, yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money)
You lil' young-ass motherfuckers (Take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something? (Take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money)
You better back the fuck up 'fore ya get smacked the fuck up
This how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfucking mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now, when I came out, I told cha it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had a open they mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well, this is how we gon' do this:
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfucking crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL
Fuck you too
All you motherfuckers
Fuck you too (Take money)
Take money (All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker)
My .40-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfucking Thug Life riders, Westside, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfucking mob
Ain't none' but killers and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shits go triple and four-quadruple (Four-quadruple, take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realest
Fuck 'em
We Bad Boy killers (We killers)
2. Changes 4:30

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah)
Come on, come on
I see no changes

Wake up in the morning and I ask myself:
'Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?'
I'm tired of being poor and, even worse, I'm Black
My stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
'Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare'
First, ship 'em dope and let 'em deal da brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
'It's time da fight back', that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother
But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
We gotta start making changes
Learn a see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
Uh
I'd love da go back to when we played as kids
But things change, and that's the way it is

Come on, come on
That's just the way it is (Changes)
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?)
Aw, yeah-yeah (Hear me)
Oh, my, oh, my, come on, come on
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah)
That's just the way it is (Way it is)
Aw, yeah (Come on, come on)
I see no changes

All I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate turns disgrace to races, we under
I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white
Are smoking crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each other (Kill each other)
It takes skill to be real, time da heal each other
And although it seems Heaven-sent
We ain't ready da see a Black president
Uh (Oh-ooh)
It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed
And it's filled with Blacks
But some things will never change (Never change)
Try da show another way, but cha staying in the dope game (Ooh)
Now, tell me, what's a mother da do?
Being real don't appeal to the brother in you (Yeah)
You gotta operate the easy way
'I made a G today', but cha made it in a sleazy way
Selling crack to the kids (Oh-oh), 'I gotta get paid' (Oh)
Well, hey, well, that's the way it is

Come on, come on
That's just the way it is (Changes)
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?)
Aw, yeah (Hear me)
Oh, my, oh, my, come on, come on
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same (Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aw, yeah)
That's just the way it is (Way it is)
Aw, yeah (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah)
We gotta make a change

It's time for us as a people da start making some changes
Let's change the way we eat
Let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see, the old way wasn't working
So it's on us to do what we gotta do da survive
And, still, I see no changes

Can't a brother get a little peace?
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East (Ooh, yeah)
Instead of war on poverty
They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have da do
But now I'm back with the facts, giving it back to you (Ooh)
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimp-smack you up
You gotta learn a hold cha own
They get jealous when they see ya wit' cha mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this, when they try da rush, I bust this
That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool (Oh)
And as long as I stay Black, I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back
'Cause I always gotta worry 'bout the payback
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Coming back after all these years
'Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat', that's the way it is

Uh
That's just the way it is (Just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Things'll never be the same (Yeah)
That's just the way it is (The way it is)
Aw, yeah (Some things will never change, oh, my, I'm tryna make a change)
You're my brother, you're my sister, yeah
That's just the way it is (The way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same (You're my brother, you're my sister)
That's just the way it is
Aw, yeah
Some things'll never change
3. Keep Ya Head Up 4:24

Little something for my godson Elijah
And a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry

The sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh
Then the deeper the roots (Oh)
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
2Pac cares
If don't nobody else care (Oh)
And, uh
I know they like da beat cha down a lot
When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up
And when he tells ya you ain't nothing, don't believe him
And if he can't learn a love ya, you should leave him
'Cause, sister, you don't need him
And I ain't tryna gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (You don't need him)
You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother da be a pappy (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (Yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?)
I think it's time da kill for our women
Time da heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't, we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies
That make the babies (Oh, yeah-yeah)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right da tell a woman when and where to create one
So, will the real men get up?
I know you're fed up, ladies
But keep ya head up (Keep your head up)

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-Keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
(Oh-oh, keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-Keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye)

Used to sing to me
He had me feeling like Black was the thing da be
And, suddenly, the ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two
I realize Mama really paid the price
She nearly gave her life
To raise me right (Oh, yeah-yeah)
And all I had a give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard a be legit and still pay your rent
And in the end, it seems I'm heading for the pen'
I try da find my friends, but they're blowing in the wind
Last night, my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me da conquer this insanity (Oh, no, no, no)
It seems the rain'll never let up
I try da keep my head up and still keep from getting wet up
Huh
You know, it's funny, when it rains, it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for the youth
And the truth is it ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy, huh
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant da survive 'cause it's a set-up
And even though you're fed up, huh
You gotta keep ya head up (Keep your head up)

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-Keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
(Oh-oh, keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-Keep your head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (And, uh, to all the ladies having babies on they own)

I know it's kinda rough and you're feeling all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left ya by your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em
'Cause I think we can make it
In fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (Oh-oh)
'Cause ain't nothing worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a hand
Without a man, feeling helpless (I know you were)
Because there's too many things for you da deal with
Dying inside, but, outside, cha looking fearless
While the tears is rolling down your cheeks
You're steady hoping things don't all fall this week (Yeah)
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (Yeah)
And don't blame me
I was given this world, I didn't make it (Oh, yeah)
And now my son's getting older and older
And cold from having the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is driving Benz
I'm still tryna hold on a surviving friends (Oh, yeah)
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
But, huh, please
You gotta keep ya head up