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I ain't got no friends
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 your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't around with real 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 on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

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

Check out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
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
White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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...

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

I'm N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No points in common, we bringin to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil'
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, the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
with my click lootin, and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your
Outlaw click movin up another notch
And your box top get mopped and dropped
and all your East coast props brainstormed and locked

a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't 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 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 soon as the funk was poppin off, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won? I see them, run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Whole M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle or somethin?
You with 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 that wanna it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we do this
Fuck Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin
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 y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs Westside we die!
Out in California nigga we warn ya
We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the niggaz
All you motherfuckers us
Our goin triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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