Disses

These are disses by 2Pac and Tha Outlawz. People being dissed are after the song Title.

Lyrics for Hit em up Hit em up 2 (Notorious B.I.G, Puff Daddy, Mobb Deep, Junior Mafia) 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

2Pac:

Cause ah, niggas talk plenty shit, so many tricks I fucked yo bitch cause I'm true to this, witness the hit You talked bad about a nigga when I got, blasted hope you made a little money while the fun lasted Heard they call ya Big Poppa, nigga how ya figure, cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga I can't be copied even wearing Vasache, nigga you wanna row scared as fuck if the guns'll bust now niggas stop, I gotta listen, playa haters be fakes you bitch niggas gettin' blown away you crosseyed, down syndrome, crack baby say you and Puffy is tough, now that's crazy I got yo 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 when you see me you better bust, cause I'm a hit 'em up Chours:

Napoleon:

It's hard to explain, what's in my pain, when I was a younger, before my shit I swear to God I'll leave you stick just to make a come up... 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, 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 you... I got some niggas back in Jersey, that rather be jackin' cars and robbin' bitch niggas like yall for emergencys... let's take it back to the westside, then 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...

Edi

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 squilla... now let this muthafucka top down, I'm fince to drop down, 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 Oak... shootin' at yo, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtual, dump these pistols, rest that tidal Smith will turn you purple... wanna take no fame, with enemies to the game, who'll get that ass tame simple and plain... yall 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:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo, Biggie Smalls just got shot, and I'm a true nigga stormin', nigga take yo fat ass to California, I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner... Puffy weaker then a fuckin' block, I'm runnin' thru nigga, and I'll smoke a 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 tooken... so where yo killas at, and feddy, trick don't test me to leave yo coward ass striped and a full clip heavy in yo stomach... choosen 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, with a 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 sittin' in yo fuckin' seat 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 figure, situations on my Na-Na, who's the bigga trigga... approach a true G, you thought I was begessy, now you on yo knees beggin' me... Prince Ital: talking Bomb First (Mobb Deep, Jay-Z, Bad Boy)

2Pac Me A born leader Never leave the block without my heater Two big pitts I call them Mobb Bitch Nigga eaters And I won't whimper till I'm gone this Thug Life Running through my vains So I'm strong Ha ha ha Bye Bye bye Lets get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggas But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe How many niggas down to die for me Yeah Yah West coast ridah's comin right behind ya shoulda never fucked with me, I want money hoe's sex and weed I won't rest till my roe dog's free.

Edi

For so many days and some many ways We've been duckin strays Hate to live us But still we some Badboy Killas Got nothin to lose, got no where to go I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general and I be a soldier on a mission, send to do, what you'll never do, and That's ride for the cause Yes I'll die for the cause Ya best believe if I leave this bitch I'm dyin with choice Kamikaze sicker than a ma fuckin Nazi Got just one question for that nigga that made Poparazi If you ain't in this rap game For the mothafuckin cash man Then what is ya mothafuckin purpose ? None for service Idi Amin born worthless That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young Noble

Yer style wack as ever Like you was rockin patent leather Cause a massive terror Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel Half rapper half drug kingpin Yer tellin fairy tales son Kickin New York like you the mothafuckin one But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit From the Claire down to North Bricks All my niggas flippin chips Gettin rich Even though it's hard Tryin to creep through these halls abroad without scar by far With no warning signs cause yo my man took five Now I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time

Toss it up (Dr Dre)

Tell me what's your phone number, i get around cali love to my true thugs, picture me now still down for that death row sound, searchin for pay days no longer dre day, arive derche long and forgotten, gotten for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move cross DEATH ROW, now who you gonna run to like those other suckers cuz you similiar pretendin to be hard-oh my god-check your temperature screamin compton, but you can't return, you ain't heard brothas pissed cuz you switched and escaped to the burbs mob on to this new era, cuz we untouchable still can't believe you got pac rushin, uppin you bless the real, all the rest get killed, who can you trust only time reveals...toss it up!

Against all odds (Nas, Dr Dre, Mobb Deep, Puff Daddy) (Nas)

This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me You living fanatasies, nigga I reject your deposit (Dr Dre) We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet (Mobb Deep) Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me (Puff Daddy) Puffy, lets be honest you a punk or you gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But, you and I know what's going on Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz from way back Witness me strapped with macs knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advanceIt's all over now, take it like a man Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and sick Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did so we ride em for that And that nigga that was down for me restin dead, switch sides Guess his new friends want him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin or dead Lord listen to me (Nas) God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas your whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers Now you want to live my life, so what's the has-n-Nas Niggaz that don't rhyme right You've seen too many movies Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie, you die, goodbye Let the real life niggaz hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds

4 My Niggaz (Bad Boy, Lil Kim, Da Brat, Little Shawn, LL cool J)

[2Pac] Now when I say Pig You say B-I-G When I say BadBoy Killa Then you say ME When I say Puffy is a punk You scream word on my life I wrote this shit while fucking Bigs wife [Storm] Now I been told that Lil Kim thinks she hot [2Pac] She not [Storm] Better get that additude adjusted Fore I mash your spot [2Pac] Plus now Da Brats tripping [Storm] Must want an ass whipping [2Pac and Storm] We be the first ones to fuck with you And BadBoy wack bitch [2Pac] Busting through Brooklyn Licking my chops through Queens Cuz I'm looking for Little Shawn That bitch ass fiend I made him scream like last year Best don't come to California We don't want your busta ass here [Storm] We Outlaw riders Thugs till we die Sistas get they groove on [2Pac and Storm] Niggaz getting high [2Pac] Call me a motherfucking troublemaker Send me to jail (LL Cool J)But watch me bust on L.L. Now let me hear you scream

Lets Be Friends (Jay-Z, Dr Dre)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me Fuck Jay-Z, he's broke and I smoke, daily Baby, let's be friends (Dr Dre) What's up in 96, fine tricks in drag, fuck Dre Tell that bitch , he can kiss my ass Lil Homiez (Junior Mafia, LL Cool J) Hey Junior Mafia I got something for your mothafuckn ass fuckn lil homiez, everybody duck, fuckn lil homiez, lil homies, everybody ducks Outlawz westside Bad Boy killa, fuck all you niggas, hey LL meet my lil homiez, LL Cool J, say what, nigga I'll rock your mothafuckn bells, me and my mothafuckn outlawz, my lil homiez,

When we ride on our enemies (Mobb Deep, Fugees, Biggie, Da Brat)

Mobb Deep trying to diss now to uh, (laughing) well I ain't prejudice, I don't give a fuck, this is what it sounds like when we ride on our enemies Verse One Hey got some static with some niggas on the other side of town let my little cousin K roll he's a rider now what they want from us mothafuckn thug niggas it's the love nigga, now i plug niggas, it's slug niggas am I wrong niggas making songs trying to get with us plus we gone off the stress we in the west we trust to the chest I bust then we ride to the sun comes shining back to brighten up the sky, how many die heard the Fugees was trying to do me look bitch I vut your fate this ain't no mothafuckn movie then we watch the other two die slow castrated inetated in the mothafuckn side show bands at my planet mo time to exterminate my fo's I can't stand you hoe's now label this my fuckin trick shot my lyrics running all you cowards out of Hip-Hop when we ride on our enemies Chorus: 2xs when we ride on our enemies I bet you mothafuckas die when we ride on our enemies Verse Two Come take a journey through my minds eye you cross the game, don't explain nigga time to die say good bye, watch my eyes when I pull the trigger so right before you die you pry before a bigger nigga dry your eyes you was heartless on your hits niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit pay attention here the words to those that rob me I murdered you then I run a train on Mobb Deep don't fuck with me nigga you barely living don't you got single cell see me having sezure on stage you ain't feeling well hell how many niggas want to be involved see i was only talking to Biggie but I'll kill all of ya'll then ball, tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed fuck around and get tossed up by the fuckin Outlawz before I leave make sure everybody heard know I meant every mothafuckn word when we ride on our enemies Why u Turn on me (Wendy Williams, Mobb Deep) said I got raped in jail picture that (HaHaHa) revenge is a pay back bitch get your gat fuck Wendy Williams and I pay back, fuck you on the next knit down your throat for turning on me fat bitch can't fuck with me, it's thug life biatch, I use to have love for them but now they turing on me, why me, I fuck around put a hit on your fat ass, I'll put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat bitch, anybody seen Wendy William's fat ass, why you always wearing Spandex, you fat bitch, I know your pussy stinks, you fat hoe, I'm putting Jenny Craig on you bitch, I'm about to put a &20,000 dollar hit through Jenny Craig to come find your fat ass and put you in a fat farm bitch, thug life, outlawz, westide, bitch, it's Tupac so you now who said it, and everybody who didn't like what I said about that other trick Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga, ig the nigga didn't want to get talked about, he never should have stepped in the mothafuckn ring, if Tyson doesn't want to get knocked out, he don't step in the mothafuckn ring, that's how the shit goes, if Tyson get in the fuckn ring, he knocks mothafuckas out, well that's what Tupac going to do, when niggas come against me, I'm going to knock their punk ass out, one way or the mothafuckn other, this own mothafucka is nigga and it's outo nigga, theres more than one way to skin a gat, theres more than one way to shoot a gat, theres one more than one way to die nigga, when I'm through everybody cry's nigga, this is how we do it, why you'll turning on me, why me

When Thugs Cry (Nas)

Hey Nas remember that shit you said, i dont what that mean, you saying some shit about how want, nobody saying thug still, whatever, whatever, whatever. Nigga you better really go into a record store and check out some of the albums you've been putting out mutha fucker , you've been doing this thug shit for a while now, and i now you've been listening, cause you've been biting me shit. so uhh recognise and realise or get your ass rolled on.

Runnin on E - Badboy Killaz (Mobb Deep, Bad Boy)

If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high they fucked up when they rob me put another contract on Mobb Deep

Fatal Hussein

Military come robbery Outlaw til they body me havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at prodigy I'm 6 feet deep you try to blast me til death and suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh.

Catchin Feelings (Biggie)

Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? Ain't no living so breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flash then I mashed his ass Bastard, fuck with me bet I blast your ass

Confessions

I just proved someone in war past nacho as a killer Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'

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