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