Tupac and Biggie’s battle songs
Songs by Tupac Shakur and the Notorious B.I.G. are filled with references to the violent feud between East and West Coast rappers, including the 1994 attack on Shakur at the Quad Recording Studios in New York.<br><br><span class="center_label">WARNING: </span>Some may find content in the lyrics, audio and video to be offensive.
"Hit 'em up"
By Tupac Shakur
I ain't got no motherf -- in' friends
That's why I f -- ed your b -- .
(Take money) West Side!
Bad Boy killers
(Take money) You know who the realest is .
(Take money) We bring it to you
First off, f -- your b -- and the clique you claim
West Side when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I f -- ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boy .
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark ass b -- es
We keep on comin', while we runnin for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on busting at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceasar, go ask yo' homie, how I leave you
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't f -- around with real Gs
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street
So f -- peace!
I let them . know it's on for life .
So let the West Side ride tonight
Grab your Glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Who shot me?
But you punks didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a menace .
Check this out
You motherf -- ers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all . ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
B -- made ass Bad Boys b -- es
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right for setting traps
Little accident murderer, I ain't never hearda ya
Poisonous gas attack when I'm serving ya .
And I'm-a smoke Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the ready power, tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout, pretty sour, I push packages every hour
I hit 'em up
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you . getting killed
With your mouths open .
Biggie, remember when I use to let ya sleep on my couch
And beg the b -- to let ya 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 'bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate .
I'm from N-E-W Jers, where plenty-a murders occur .
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil' Kim, is you coked up or doped up? .
Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin', shootin, and pollutin' your block
With fifteen shots, cock Glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And you pop stars get dropped and mopped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked .
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, dressing up trying to be us,
How the f -- they gonna be the Mob? When we always on our job
We millionaires, killin' ain't fair, but somebody got to do it .
"Against all odds"
By Tupac Shakur
One love, one thug, one nation
Twenty-one gun salute
I'm hopin' my true motherf -- kers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This . Nas thinks he live like me
Talkin' bout he left the hospital, took five like me
You living fantasies .
I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet .
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these b -- n -- beat me
Puffy, let's be honest, you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew you . from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man .
I heard he was light-skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin' for the feds, same crime, different trials .
Promised a payback Jimmy Henchman in due time
I know you . is listenin', the world is mine
Set me up, wet me up, stuck me up
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game
All out warfare, eye for eye .
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds
"Who shot ya?"
By The Notorious B.I.G.
Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
Its on . f -- all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn, though
I burn baby burn, like disco inferno
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
The lyrics molestin' is takin' place
F -- ing with B.I.G., it ain't safe .
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this .
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