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

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass 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 homie how I ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to yo' ugly 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, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma your 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 Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

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...

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

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

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

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

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, you die slow motherfucker
My make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers 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 think you mob, nigga we the mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the niggaz
All you feel us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we drop records they
You niggaz feel it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy