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Hit 'Em Up Lyrics Serbian translation

Lyrics

2Pac - Hit 'Em Up

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy2Pac - Hit 'Em Up - http://motolyrics.com/2pac/hit-em-up-lyrics-serbian-translation.html
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin 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 mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

Serbian translation

2Pac - Udari ih (Serbian translation)

[Tupac]
Nemam jebene prijatelje
Zato sam jebao tvoju kurvu
Ti debeli mamojebcu(Uzmi pare)
Zapadna Strana
Los Decko Ubica(Uzmi pare)
crnci mi donosimo ( Uzmi pare )
(ha ha, tako je)

Prvo odjebi, jebi svoju kurvu
I klik vi tvrdite
Zapadna strana kada mi vozimo
Dolazimo opremljeni igrom
Ti tvrdis da ces biti igrac
Ali jebao sam ti zenu
Mi razbijamo Lose Momke
crnci jebu za zivot
Plus Puffy zeli da me vidi slabog
Srca ja konvertujem
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Neki oznaceni dupeglavci
Mi dolazimo
Dok smo u trci za nasim draguljima
Raste puskaranje
Razbijajuci te budale
Znate pravila
Mali Cezaru idi pitaj ortake
Kako sam te napustio
Isekao tvoju mladu bulju
Video te u delovima
Sada je preminuo
Mali Kim,
Ne zajebavaj se okolo sa pravim G's(Gangsterima)
Broz ce da otmu tvoje ruzno dupe, sa ulica
Dakle jebes mir
Pustam crnce da znaju
To je za zivot
Ne dozvolite da zapadna strana
Vozi veceras(ha ha)
Losi Momci ubijeni na Wax-u i ubistvo
pomesano sa mnom
I dobicete vase kape oguljene
Znate, pogledajte

[Chours]
Zgrabite vase glokove kada vidite 2pac-a
Pozovite policiju kada vidite 2pac-a, uh
Ko me upuca,
Ali vi pankeri niste zavrsili
Sada cete osetiti gnev pretnje
camugo, udario sam ih

Pogledajte ovo
Vi mamojebci znate koliko je sati
Ne znam zasto sam na ovoj traci
Svi vi crnci niste na ovom mom nivou
Idem da pustim moje male ortake
Idu na vas
kurvo jebena Losi Momci kucke
( ah yo, yo, zastani)

Izlazi odatle
Izlazi odatle
Bigi Smals je upravo pao
Mali pokret, prodji ortak
I pusti me da ga upucam u ledja
Frank White treba da se dobro isprebija
Zbog postavljanja zamki
Mala nesrecna ubistva
I nikada nisam cuo za vas
Otrovni gas me je napao kada sam te sluzio
Udarac skankom
Vas ceo stil kada sam gank
Cuvaj svoj rank
Jer cu udariti tvoju bulju u pang
Postavljen slabiji nego jebeni blok
Ja se provlacim crnjo
I ja pusim Junior Mafia
Pred vama crnje
Sa spremnom snagom
Ususkan u mom Guess-u
Vasa sitno kisela meta
Guram pakete svakog sata
Udaram ih

[Chours]

Kako radimo to
Shvati to realno
Pentetirani celik
Ovo nije slobodna bitka
Svi vi crnje bicete ubijeni
Sa otvorenim ustima
Pokusati da smisle za mene
Imate nadu u oblake
Pusiti drogu
je kao naduvani Sherm
Crnci misle da su naucili da lete
Ali su izgoreli, mamojebci zasluzujete da umrete
Govoreci o Dobijanju Novca
Ali meni je smesno
Svi vi crnci zivite kao skitnice
Da li se zajebavate sa mnom?
Ja sam od sebe napravio Milionera
Razbojnicki zivot, izvan zatvora
Pistolji u vazduhu( ha ha)
Bigi se seca kada sam te pustio da spavas na kaucu
I moli je da pusti kucku da spava kuci
Sada je sve o Versaciju2Pac - Hit 'Em Up - http://motolyrics.com/2pac/hit-em-up-lyrics-serbian-translation.html
Kopirate moj stil
Pet metaka nije moglo da me obori
Uzeo sam ih i nasmesio se
Sada sam se vratio da postavim direktni rekord
Sa mojim A-K
Jos uvek sam razbojnik koga volite da mrzite
Mamojebac Udario sam ih

Ja sam iz Novog Dzersija.
Gde se desava dosta ubistava
Nema poente da dodju
Mi donosimo dramu svim vasim krdima
Sada idite proverite scenario
Mali Ceas'
Ja cu vam doneti laznog Gangstera na kolenima
Molbe u Zaneiru
Malo ti je Kim
Koksiran gore i bacen gore
Uhvatiti te mali Juniore Whopper klikom ispusen
Sta koji kurac?
Jel si glup?
Ja uzimam pare,
lomim i kasiram kroz Bruklin
Sa mojim klikom pljacki, pucnjavom, i zagadjenjem bloka
Sa petnaest pucanja
Repetirao sam glok na tvoj cvor
Outlaw Mafia krece klik do drugog zareza
I vase pop zvezde padaju i brisu se
I sve vase lazne bulje istocne obale rekvizita
Sjebane i zakljucane

Ti si bit biter
Pac stajl primalac
Reci cu vam u face, niste nista osim sranje fejkera
Meksi od Alise sa potere
oboje ubijeni zbog papira
E.D.I Mislim da postavis scenu kaper
Kao loc, sa malim Ceas'-om u chok(uh)
Toting dima, ne zajebavamo se
Razbojnicki Zivot, crnci bolje da znate
Da se priblizava
Siroko se otvara, pistolj se dimi
Nema potrebe za nadom
Izgubljena bitka
Ja sam presao skoro kad je fank iskljucen
crnjo, udari sam ih

Sada mi recite ko je pobedio
Vidim ih, beze (ha ha)
Ne zele da nas vide
Ceo Junior Mafia klikce
Oblacenjem pokusavaju da budu kao mi
Kako oni jebeno mogu da budu Mob?
Kada smo van posla
Mi milioneri
Ubijanje nije fer
Ali neko je dobio da uradi to

Oh da Mobb Deep(uh)
Zelis da se zajebavas sa nama
Ti Mali mladi mamojebcu
Da li je neko od vas crnja dobio celiju ili nesto
Zajebavas se sa mnom, crnjo?
Zajebavas se okolo i dobijas napad ili srcani-napad
Bolje odjebi
Pre nego sto budes skroz sjeban
Ovo je ono kako mi radimo nanasoj strani
Svako od vas crnja iz Nju Jorka koji zelite dovedite
Dovedite to
Ali mi ne pevamo
Mi donosimo dramu
jebi se ti i tvoja jebena mama
Ubicemo vas sve mamojebci
Sada kada sam izasao, rekao sam ti da je sve oko Bigija
Onda su svi moraju da otvore usta jebenim misljenjima
Pa to kako cemo uraditi je sledece:
jebes Mobb Deep,
jebes Bigija,
jebes Loseg Decaka kao osovlje,rekord kucu, i jebenu ekipu
I ako zelis da budes dole sa Losim Momkom,
onda se i ti jebi
Chino XL, jebi se takodje
Svi vi mamojebci
jebite se takodje
(uzmi novac,uzmi novac)
Svi vi mamojebci,
jebite se, umrite polako mamojebci
Moj 44 magnum je siguran da vasa deca nece da porastu
Vi mamojebci ne mozete biti mi ili nas videti
Mi smo jebeni Razbojnicki zviotni vozaci
Zapadna Strana do smrti
Ovde u Kaliforniji, crnjo
Mi smo vas upozorili
Mi cemo vas bombardovati mamojebci
Mi radimo nas posao
Ti mislis da si mob,crnjo,mi smo jebeni mob
Nista osim ubica
I stvarnim crnja, svi vi mamojebci osetite nas
Nase sranje je troduplo i cetvoroduplo
Smejete se crnci jer nase osoblje ima oruzje ispod pojaseva zatvorra mamojebci
Znate kako je i pustili smo da zapisi odu
Vi crnje ne mozete osetiti to
Mi smo realni
jebi ih
Mi smo Losi Momci ubice

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