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I got no motherfuckin friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You know who the is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, 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 peace
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya 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 track
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my little homies 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, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam 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 tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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, it's penitentiary
ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya open
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty occurs
No points in common, we bringin to all you herbs
check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you 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, what the
is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia movin up another notch
And your box top spots get and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast brainstormed and locked

Youse a, biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
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 Life better be knowin
We approchin, in the open, guns 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 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 you fuck around
and have a seizure or a
You back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna it bring it
But we singin, we bringin 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
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a record label
and as a motherfuckin
And if you wanna be down 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 motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't
You can't be us or see us
We the Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in nigga we warn ya
BOMB 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 feel us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

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