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I ain't got no motherfuckin
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 bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
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 while we runnin for yo'
gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave 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 fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

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

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is
I even know why I'm on this track
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy -- deal with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard rank, cause I'ma slam your 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 power tuckin my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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 mouths
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin me?
I'm a self made
Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
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
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record 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 murders
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you
Knuckle the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another
And box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your East coast props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style
I'll you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered 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 motherfuckin joke Thug niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em
As soon as the funk was off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won? I see them, run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got cell or somethin?
You fuckin 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 wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We gon' kill all you
Now when I came out I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a crew
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 motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Life ridahs 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 but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

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