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I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You who the realest is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is
I don't even know why I'm on track
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the ready power tuckin my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
this ain't no battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where murders occurs
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you
check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you up, or doped up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, and pollutin ya block
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up notch
And box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your East coast props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
Edi approach the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No need for it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As as the funk was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you me who won? I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You little motherfuckers
one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin me nigga you fuck around
and have a or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin
Fuck you and your mama
We gon' kill all you
Now when I came out I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff label
and as a crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow
My make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out in California nigga we warn ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, nigga we the mob
nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit's goin and four-quadruple
(take money)

You niggaz cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we drop they felt
You niggaz can't it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy