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I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I 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 claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some bitches
We keep on comin while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya 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 it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know ... see ...

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...

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma your ass in the paint
weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages 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 bout to 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 mouths
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin bout you gettin but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self millionare
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you my style
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 that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from 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 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 take money, crash and mash through
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya
with 15 shots cock glock to knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up notch
And box top spots 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 shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Lil' in a choke, huh totin smoke
We no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No for hopin 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, don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click up tryin to be us
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna with us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a
You back 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 bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your mama
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a record label
and as a crew
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' sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug ridahs Westside till we die!
Out in California nigga we warn ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit's triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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