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 when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for Plus tryin 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' gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck I let them niggaz it's on for life So let the ride tonight - hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax and Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...
ya glocks, when you see Tupac the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Check this out, you motherfuckers 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 ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy -- deal with 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 need to get spanked right, for settin traps Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya Spank ya shank ya whole style when I Guard rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the block I'm runnin through 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 petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel this ain't no freestyle battle, all you gettin killed with ya mouths Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly But they motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but it's 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, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah Now its all Versacci, you copied my style shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled 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 plenty murders 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. click smoked up, what the fuck is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another 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 you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker Softer Alize with a chaser to get murdered for the paper Edi Amin approach the scene of the caper, a loc With Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug 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 funk was off, nigga I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won? I see them, 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 fair but somebody do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us? You little young-ass Don't one of you niggaz got cell or somethin? You fuckin me nigga you fuck around and have a or a heart-attack You better the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up That's how we do it on our Any of you niggaz from New York wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we drama Fuck you and your mama We gon' kill all you Now when I came out I told you it was just Biggie Then everybody had to they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion Well this how we gon' do Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a crew 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 y'all kids grow You can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Life ridahs Westside till we die! Out here in California we warn ya We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job You think you mob, we the motherfuckin mob Ain't but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers us Our shit's goin triple and (take money)
You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers You how it is when we drop records they felt You niggaz can't it, we the realest FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy