Hit ’Em Up Lyrics (English Translation) – Bedoes 2115

Hit ’Em Up Lyrics (English Translation) by Bedoes 2115 is a latest Polish song in the voice of Bedoes 2115. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new Hit ’Em Up song lyrics are also written by Bedoes 2115. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song Hit ‘Em Up by Bedoes 2115 is a raw and emotional diss track where he calls out someone who has been talking behind his back for years. He defends himself and his crew, venting frustration over betrayal, fake friendships, and online drama. Bedoes makes it clear he’s not weak, even if he’s emotional, and ends the song with a mix of sarcasm, reflection, and gratitude to his fans.

Hit ’Em Up (English Translation) Lyrics

[Intro]
Listen – just because I say I hate hate
That I’ve overcome pathology
And that I talk about making my dreams come true
And that I have a soft heart
That doesn’t mean I don’t have a hard ass
And that I’ll allow venom to be spewed at me and my loved ones
I’m so sorry, I really am
For only responding to your bulls*it on Monday
I can’t believe you posted a diss the day of my concert
I can’t believe you wrote this for five fu*king days
I secretly hope you planned all this

And wanted to get punched in the face a year ago
And I’m telling you right now – Tupac wrote me this diss
Because Tomb didn’t have deadlines, and Białasa, I was stupid to ask

[Verse 1]
Hey, b!tch, do you know what consequences are?
When you call someone an informer online and get elbowed in the face?
Every fifteen minutes Konon posts a different version.
Fifteen minutes after you shook my hand.
Fifteen minutes earlier, I raise him and take him aside.
The butterfly effect—I raise him when they bother me.
I raised him like that to Filipek, and it was the same with Mata.
But none of them are \. And they have principles, b!tch.
And they don’t lie like you, they don’t prattle like you.
They don’t type, they don’t fall like you.
So many posts, but you never stopped drinking.
Have you seriously gone crazy and recorded a diss about it? Chases, shootouts, motherfu*kers—this isn’t a movie.
You talk like you were in a war, but you got punched in the face.
Shut your mouth—there weren’t any partisans there.
There were three of us, me, you, and a turd in your pants.
And you ask what if a snake bites White in the balls? I’ll suck the venom out of them, just as soon as I pull them out of your throat, you snake.
“Hit Em’ Up”, “Bedopies”, young Odysseus
Beyond the sea of lies, EriPet lies near the shore.
I took care of your line, face.
I set you up so that maybe you’ll finally get straight.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away again.”
You dissed me for nine years, you could fu*king grow up now.
Because things settled face to face are a thing of the past.
Today, beefs are resolved Facebook to Facebook.
I have honor, you fu*king wh*re.
And you’re on speed dial, Lil Konon’s office.
It’s you, pete, first you provoke beef.
Eripe online, but in person you’re R.I.P.
If you didn’t say anything to my face, you didn’t say anything.
You reach out to me, then you record a diss.
Dogs come and ask me, “What happened?”
Me, with my shirt covered in blood, saying, “I don’t know anything, officer.”
When they left, I hit you up and they came back.
I said it would be quiet, and you gave me the drügs again.
I held your head, calling for an ambulance.
While your men stood there and beat the s*it out of you.
If it was dishonorable, why didn’t anyone help? Because it was one on one — king of the pharmazons.
If you want to calculate mass, permille, and wind force,
Don’t waste your talent and get a job on a ship.
And when you hit someone in the neck that much, you have to have a good head on your shoulders.
That, old geezer, is what responsibility is all about.
You were supposed to “find, kill, and get in with your friends.
S*it in the mouth and let the s*it out with tears.”
And it ended with: slobbering.
Capslocks and statements that you were drunk.
I got in the trunk because I was full of s*it.
I didn’t use portals, I didn’t talk to dogs.
Except I was an eighteen-year-old with dreams.
Not an old hag who seeks attention everywhere.
Tomb doesn’t write to me, and Białas doesn’t write to me.
My rod writes, and they write my balls.
I’m not a fighter, I’m not a gangster.
Deal with the fact that Bedoesiara fu*ked you up.
I was I’m oppressed and I will be oppressed.
As long as you live, you fu*king parasite, because
You feed on injustice and you wanted to be a big boss.
But b!tch, that wasn’t in your bingo.
You write: “rap, wh*re” and you start rapping.
Go to pracuj.pl and start working.
Or go to therapy, it’s not a sign of weakness.
I see you’ve never experienced love in your life.

[Pause]
But seriously, man, I’m really talking.
I was thinking that for those nine years, when you were picking on me, calling me names,
You didn’t really know me at all.
I’ve never seen you, you know what I mean?
And I’m thinking—maybe we should just go go-karting?
I don’t know, billiards? Horse riding?
Maybe you really need my love, Seba.

[Verse 2]
Hey, you saw me on Netflix, you say, “nice guy.”
I didn’t see you because we were looking for rhythm and flow there.
When I have a problem, I tell the idiot a lie.
If TV lies, what the fu*k are you doing?
I’m a fat gang, a gang, “Bedopies”, “Bedośmieć”
Great diss, it wasn’t just six times six. And in the statement from 2k14 there’s also a version about the partisan. You said it to his face that it’s just rap, just business. And calling us losers isn’t personal. He wanted clicks, he gave my nickname to the title. Now just wait until he starts promoting the new album. You’re a poseur, ashamed to admit your mistake. You gave in to crowd pressure and s*it out a few verses. You gained a few fans, meaning a few of my haters. You fu*king fake, you’ll disappear as soon as they shut down Facebook.
Hip-hop is my life, I grew up on rap.
My fans are still with me, they’re more than just listeners.
You despise suicides, and Szpaku is my friend.
One more word, you’ll tell his dad that personally.
I was afraid you were dead, not that I’d lose him. You just got a contract from Borek.
Was I supposed to warn you? “Hey, watch out, there’s a b0mb coming.”
If your fans weren’t with you, you’d still be barking in your posts.
I’ll lose weight and you’ll lose your argument.
But your rap will always be fiction.
I rapped, you don’t rap at all anymore.
Do this culture a favor and shut your mouth.

[Outro]
You fu*king smartass.
You’re fu*king talking to me when I ask you, fu*k.
Why are you calling us fu*kin’ retards?

(You don’t even fu*king know us, dude.)
What? That it’s just rap, it’s just business, you ba*tard.
It’s just business, fu*k.
We shake hands (Businessman)
Then, fu*k, thirty fu*king seconds don’t pass (Businessman, fu*k)
And you’re already fu*king posting on Facebook? (Haha)
Is this real, or am I dreaming, fu*k?
What the fu*k are you doing? (Hahaha)
Is this a fu*king rapper? (You fu*king fake)
I just don’t get it, fu*k (No, fu*k, seriously)
I just don’t get it, you ba*tard (No)
And let me tell you this—you could have your second diss ready (Mhm)
Third diss ready (Mhm), fourth diss ready (Mhm)
Everyone’s gonna be s*it, fu*k (Hehehehe)
And there weren’t any statements, no fu*king posts on my part (Eh-eh, e-eh)
But what’s this beef even about?
I stood there for an hour and talked to you.
We supposedly explained everything.
And you’re shaking my fu*king hand and already making up verses in your head? (Rapper, hahahaha)
And there are many aspects of this story
That I haven’t touched on, and I won’t touch on, because I have principles
And I won’t involve any fu*king third parties in this (Just like you, wh*re)
And for you, the time-space system must have been twisted, fu*k.
How did you think you were dissing that teenager from ten years ago, the one you fu*king ran over (You fu*king tyrant, little tyrant)
Spare me your fu*king bulls*it.
And to the people who are with me, to my listeners, to my fans:
Thank you
And I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long
2-1-1-5!
(Hahaha)

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Hit ’Em Up (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
In this part, Bedoes is basically saying that just because he speaks about peace, healing, and following his dreams, that doesn’t mean he’s soft or weak. He may have a kind heart, but he’s still tough and won’t just stand by while people attack him or his loved ones. He starts by showing frustration that someone dissed him on the same day as his concert—it feels personal, like it was meant to ruin his moment. He’s shocked that this person spent five whole days preparing that diss track, which he feels was petty and calculated. There’s even a hint that maybe this person was just doing it to provoke a fight or get attention. Bedoes jokes darkly that maybe the diss was so intense that Tupac himself must have written it. And then he throws a sarcastic jab at his own expectations—he asked for a beat from producers (Tomb and Białas), but regrets it now because it pulled him into this drama. It sets a very direct, emotional, and slightly chaotic tone for the rest of the song.

[Verse 1]
Here, Bedoes dives into the real conflict. He calls out someone (probably another rapper) who’s been throwing accusations online, like calling him a snitch. Bedoes warns that this stuff has real-world consequences—words can lead to real punches. He points out the irony: just minutes after shaking hands, that same person is online spreading lies. He brings up how he’s dealt with other artists like Filipek and Mata in the past—but he says those guys had integrity. This guy? Not so much. He lies, talks nonsense, and acts tough online but can’t back it up in real life.

He mocks the guy for posting non-stop while still drinking and spiraling. Then he makes fun of how dramatic the diss was—like it’s trying to sound like a war movie, when in reality, it was a scuffle and the guy got scared. Bedoes paints a really humiliating picture: three guys in a room, and this dude basically panics and metaphorically soils himself. He makes a gross but brutal joke—if someone bit White (another person) in the balls, he’d suck out the venom… but only after pulling White’s balls out of this guy’s throat. It’s a nasty metaphor about loyalty and disrespect.

He throws more barbs, calling himself “young Odysseus” navigating through lies and betrayal. Then he reminds the guy that he tried to help him out—to get him on track. And despite years of insults, Bedoes hoped maybe the dude would grow up. But nope. Today, beefs aren’t settled face to face—they’re done over Facebook, and that’s lame to Bedoes.

He keeps going—saying the guy was the one who started the drama, but then acted like a victim. Online he’s all talk, but in real life he’s silent. When people asked Bedoes what happened after the altercation, he says he played dumb, didn’t involve the police. He even helped the guy, holding his head and calling an ambulance, while the guy’s own friends beat him up. Bedoes uses this to show that he had honor in how he handled things, even if others didn’t.

Then he mocks the guy for trying to act like some sort of tactical genius—calculating impact like a soldier. He tells him to stop pretending and go work on a ship if he loves calculations so much. He also gets real about accountability—if you go around attacking people, you need to be able to handle what comes next. This guy couldn’t. He was all bark and no bite.

Bedoes goes into how he came up young and hopeful, dreaming of success—not chasing clout or drama. He throws in more insults, saying even his genitals write better lyrics than the dude. He admits he’s not a gangster, but still handled things in a way that shut this other guy down.

He calls himself someone who’s been through struggles and still is, while the other guy feeds on creating problems. The guy tried to be a “boss” but that was never in his fate. Bedoes mocks his attempt at a rap career—telling him to get a real job or go to therapy. And the most heartbreaking line? He says it sounds like the dude’s never really felt love in his life, and maybe that’s what’s missing.

[Pause]
Here, Bedoes softens for a second and gets almost humorous. He reflects on the fact that even after all the disses and hate thrown his way for nine years, this guy probably doesn’t even *know* him as a person. He suggests maybe they should just hang out—do something silly like go-karting, shoot pool, or ride horses. Underneath the anger, he’s toying with the idea that maybe this guy just needs connection, maybe even love.

[Verse 2]
Bedoes starts this verse by talking about how people saw him on Netflix and thought he seemed like a nice guy. But he flips it—he says they were there for real artistry, rhythm and flow—not for clout-chasing. He admits he sometimes lies to avoid conflict, but points out that if the media lies, what makes this other guy any better?

Then he jokes about how strong his team is—naming them “Bedopies” or “Bedośmieć” (wordplay on his name). He refers to past events, even statements from 2014 where this same guy once said everything was “just rap, just business.” But now he’s being personal and disrespectful. Bedoes says the dude just wanted clicks, using his name in titles to get views. He accuses him of riding trends and waiting until it was convenient to drop new music.

He also points out how fake the guy is—giving in to peer pressure, throwing a few rhymes together to impress others, and gaining a few fans (who are really just Bedoes’ haters). He boldly says the guy’s fame will die as soon as Facebook disappears—because it’s not based on real talent.

Bedoes then proudly says hip-hop is his life. His fans are loyal and have stuck with him through everything. Then it gets personal—he says the other guy disrespects mental health and people who take their own lives. That crosses a line, especially since Bedoes is close with another artist, Szpaku, who’s known for talking about suicide in his music. Bedoes says if the guy speaks one more word about Szpaku, he’ll go straight to his dad to sort it out. That shows how serious and personal things have gotten.

Then he says he feared the other guy might die—not because he cared that much about him, but because he didn’t want to lose Szpaku to that kind of pain. He finishes by saying: this dude only got his record deal because of someone else (Borek), not his own skill. And if it wasn’t for his followers, he’d still just be ranting online. Bedoes finishes this part by saying: “I’ll lose weight, but you’ll lose your credibility.” Then delivers the final gut punch—“your rap is fiction; mine is real.”

[Outro]
In the outro, Bedoes is angry again—shouting at this guy like, “Why are you acting like you know us, insulting us, acting like we’re dumb?” He repeats the insult the guy used—“It’s just business”—and basically says, “Don’t pull that fake handshake stuff and then sneak attack me online right after.” It’s wild to him how fake the other guy is, pretending everything is cool and then running to post on Facebook moments later.

Bedoes is dumbfounded. He doesn’t understand how someone could act like that and still call themselves a rapper. He even laughs bitterly at how the dude might keep writing more disses—second, third, fourth—but none of them will matter. They’ll all be garbage, because his words are hollow. Bedoes reminds him again: he never made public statements about this beef. No posts, no drama—just silence. He doesn’t want to drag outsiders into it either, out of principle.

Then he drops a brutal realization—the guy is still trying to fight the version of Bedoes from 10 years ago, the teenager he once dissed. But Bedoes isn’t that person anymore. And now, after all this, he tells the dude to cut the crap. The outro finishes with love for his fans and an apology for being away so long. It’s a shout-out to his people, ending the whole track with a raw but grateful tone.

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