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!

2Pac - To Live & Die In LA (Dr Dre)
"california Love part motherfucking two without gay ass dre"

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.

God Bless the dead (Notorious B.I.G)
Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smalls
That's right boy, it's goin on
Right here, Thug Life
God bless the dead

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'