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I ain't got no friends
why I fucked 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 your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass
We keep on comin we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
wit' me and get yo' caps 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 what it is
I don't even know why I'm on this
Y'all niggaz even on my level
let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal 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 to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the 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 livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm still the that you love 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 check the scenario, Lil'
I you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up, the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia movin up another notch
And your box top spots get mopped and
and all your fake-ass East coast brainstormed and locked

a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
Bout to get for the paper
Edi approach the scene of the caper, like a loc
Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz better be
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No need for it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As as the funk was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

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

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life 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 nuttin but and the real niggaz
All you feel us
Our shit's triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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