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

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
wit' me and get yo' caps 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 what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
let my little homies ride 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
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker 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 tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the 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
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug out a prison, pistols 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 Versacci, you copied my style
Five couldn't 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 Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil'
I bring you G's to your knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you up, or doped up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up notch
And your box top spots get mopped and
and all your fake-ass East coast props and locked

Youse a, 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 for the paper
Edi Amin approach the scene of the caper, a loc
With Lil' in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, smokin
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 I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they don't see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you fuck with us?
You little motherfuckers
one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me you fuck around
and a seizure or a heart-attack
You better 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 bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I out I told you it was just about Biggie
everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we do this
Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad 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 motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs till we die!
Out here in nigga we warn ya
BOMB 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 and four-quadruple
(take money)

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