Hit Em Up

[Hook: Tyga] I said fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up [Verse 1: Tyga] T Raww go stay Westside, killa cap peela, No ceiling, probably worth 10 million Poor nigga 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, bitch 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 nigga 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 Nigga know that's my motto, I could do this shit forever so [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Jadakiss] We don't rock with them niggas anyway, fuck 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, y'all ain't about nothin' Girl of your dreams, 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 niggas 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, niggas 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 bitch slide Knowing that I can, knowing that I will Far as the other side go, you know how I feel [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga] You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt, bitch Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels Ain't got shit to lose Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools The intricate designs of my lethal lines Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob niggas These days, motherfuckers talk shit, and turn snitch when you see 'em They ain't talkin' 'bout shit, Westside I keep a vest on my chest, bitch Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book But I don't give a fuck, government got a nigga feelin' stuck While these same little sluts gettin' fucked for a quick buck Weed make my mind roam All alone, ain't nothin' like tryna 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, bitch Get loaded, can't control it Nigga, 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, niggas dyin' every day And we celebrate with pain, pourin' champagne Street politics, they wanna join my campaign Worldwide, LA niggas screaming Westside [Hook x2]