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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 and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
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 we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
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 Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy on wax and killed
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 the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

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

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

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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 open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the hopin
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn 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 millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
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
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty occurs
No points in common, we drama to all you herbs
check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to knees, coppin pleas 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, crash and through Brooklyn
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw click movin up another notch
And your box top get mopped and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast props and locked

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

Now you tell me who 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 we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna with us?
You little young-ass
one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck
and have a seizure or a
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the up
That's how we do it on our
Any of you from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
you and your motherfuckin mama
We gon' kill all you
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 Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California nigga we ya
BOMB 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 feel us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers
You know how it is when we records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it, we the
'EM, we Bad Boy killin