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I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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 with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

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

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

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

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

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
with ya open
Tryin to come up me, you in the clouds hopin
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
Biggie, when I used 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
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style
I'll tell you to ya you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the open, guns smokin
No for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who I see them, they run
Hehehehe, don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but gotta do it
Oh yeah, Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin with me nigga you around
and a seizure or a heart-attack
You better the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
We gon' kill all you
Now when I came out I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a record label
and as a crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad 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' 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 here in California nigga we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the niggaz
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

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