I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends <br />Thats why I fucked your bitch <br />You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} <br />West Side <br />Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} <br />You know who the realist is <br />niggas we bring it to {Take Money} <br />(ha ha, that's alright) <br /> <br />First off, fuck your bitch <br />And the click you claim <br />West side when we ride <br />Come equipped with game <br />You claim to be a playa <br />But, I fucked your wife <br />We bust on Bad Boys <br />niggas fuck for Life <br />Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak <br />Hearts I rip <br />Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia <br />Some mark ass bitches <br />We keep on coming <br />While we running for yah jewels <br />Steady gunning <br />Keep on busting at them fools <br />You know the rules <br />Little Ceasar go ask you homie <br />How i'll leave yah <br />Cut your young ass up <br />See yah in pieces <br />Now be deceased <br />Little Kim, <br />Don't fuck around with real G's <br />Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets <br />So fuck peace <br />I'll let them niggas know <br />It's on for Life <br />Don't let the west side <br />Ride the night (ha ha) <br />Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill <br />fuck with me <br />And get your caps peeled <br />You know, See <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />Grab your glocks when you see 2pac <br />Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh <br />Who shot me, <br />But, your punks didn't finish <br />Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace <br />nigga, I hit 'em up <br /> <br />Check this out <br />You mutha-fuckas know what time it is <br />I don't know why I'm even on this track <br />Y'all niggas ain't even on my level <br />I'm going to let my little homies <br />Ride on yah <br />bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches <br />{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} <br /> <br />Get out the way yo <br />Get out the way yo <br />Biggie Smalls just got dropped <br />Little move pa*s the mac <br />And let me hit 'em in his back <br />Frank White needs to get spanked right <br />For setting up traps <br />Little accident murderers <br />And I ain't never heard of yah <br />Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah <br />Spank the shank <br />Your whole style when I gank <br />Guard your rank <br />Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang <br />Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block <br />I'm running through nigga <br />And I'm smoking Junior Mafia <br />In front of yah nigga <br />With the ready power <br />Tucked in my Guess <br />Under my Eddie Bower <br />Your clout petty sour <br />I push packages ever hour <br />I hit 'em up <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />Grab your glocks when you see 2pac <br />Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh <br />Who shot me, <br />But, your punks didn't finish <br />Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace <br />nigga, We hit 'em up <br /> <br />Peep how we do it <br />Keep it real <br />Its penitentiary steel <br />This ain't no freestyle battle <br />All you niggas getting killed <br />With your mouths open <br />Tryin' to come up off of me <br />You and the clouds hoping <br />Smoking dope <br />It's like a Shermine <br />niggas think they learned to fly <br />But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die <br />Talking about you Getting Money <br />But its funny to me <br />All you niggas living bummy <br />While you fucking with me? <br />I'm a self made Millionaire <br />Thug livin', out of prison <br />Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha) <br />Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch <br />And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house <br />Now its all about versace <br />You copied my style <br />Five shots couldn't drop me <br />I took it and smiled <br />Now I'm back to set the record straight <br />With my A-K <br />I'm still the thug that you love to hate <br />Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up <br /> <br />I'm from N E W Jers. <br />Where plenty of murder occurs <br />No points to come <br />We bring drama to all you herds <br />Now go check the scenerio <br />Little Ceas' <br />I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees <br />Copin' pleas with these <br />Little Kim is yah <br />Coked up or doped up <br />Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up <br />What the fuck? <br />Is you stupid? <br />I take money, <br />crash and mash through Brooklyn <br />With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block <br />With fifteen shot, <br />Cocked glock to your knot <br />Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch <br />And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped <br />And all your fake ass east coast props <br />Brainstormed and locked <br /> <br />You'se a beat biter <br />Pac style taker <br />I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker <br />So fill the Alize with a chaser <br />'bout to get murdered for the paper <br />E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper <br />Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh) <br />Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke <br />Thug Life, niggas better be known <br />Be approaching <br />In the wide open, gun smoking <br />No need for hoping <br />It's a battle lost <br />I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off <br />nigga, I hit 'em up <br /> <br />Now you tell me who won <br />I see them, they run (ha ha) <br />They don't wanna see us <br />Whole Junior Mafia click <br />Dressing up to be us <br />How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? <br />When we always on out job <br />We millionaire's <br />Killing ain't fair <br />But somebody got to do it <br /> <br />Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh) <br />You wanna fuck with us <br />You Little young ass mutha-fuckas <br />Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something <br />You fucking with me, nigga ? <br />You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack <br />You better back the fuck up <br />Before you get smacked the fuck up <br />This is how we do it on our side <br />Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, <br />Bring it. <br />But we ain't singing, <br />We bringing drama <br />fuck you and your mother fucking mama. <br />We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. <br />Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. <br />Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion <br />Well this is how we gon' do this: <br />fuck Mobb Deep, <br />fuck Biggie, <br />fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. <br />And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, <br />Then fuck you too. <br />Chino XL, fuck you too. <br />All you mother fuckers, <br />fuck you too. <br />(take money, take money) <br />All of y'all mother fuckers, <br />fuck you, die slow mother fucker. <br />My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. <br />You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. <br />We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. <br />West Side till' we die. <br />Out here in California, nigga <br />We warned ya' <br />We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. <br />We do our job. <br />You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob <br />Ain't nuttin' but killers <br />And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. <br />Our shit goes triple and four quadruple <br />You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts <br />You know how it is and we drop records they felt <br />You niggas can't feel it <br />We the realist <br />fuck 'em. <br />We Bad Boy killas. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ <br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ <br />♥♥ R.i.P ♥♥ <br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ <br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
