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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 who the realest is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. some 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 ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you ... see ...

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

Check this out, you know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on track
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you
bitch bad boy bitches -- deal 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 to get spanked right, for settin traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get 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 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 niggaz killed
ya mouths open
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep 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 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 occurs
No points in common, we drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and ya block
with 15 shots cock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click up another notch
And your box top spots get mopped and
and all your East coast props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
Bout to get 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 joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, smokin
No need for it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk was off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won? I see them, 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, killin ain't but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You with me nigga you fuck around
and have a or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
We kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya
We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You you mob, nigga 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 cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we records they felt
You niggaz feel it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy