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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 know who the is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck 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 tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know ... see ...

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

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

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

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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
ya mouths open
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin me?
I'm a self made
Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style
tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin joke Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em
As soon as the 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. dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you fuck with us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck
and have a seizure or a
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin
And if you wanna be with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

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

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers
You know how it is when we drop records they
You can't feel it, we the realest
'EM, we Bad Boy killin