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

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
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 with G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know ... see ...

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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know 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 bitches -- 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
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker 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 under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages 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...

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz killed
ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's a sherm high niggaz think 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 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 my style
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm still the that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty occurs
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you
check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click up another notch
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
than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin approach the of the caper, like a loc
Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns
No need for hopin it's a lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk was off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you me who won? I see them, they run
Hehehehe, don't wanna see us
Whole M.A.F.I.A. click dressin 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, Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin with me you fuck around
and have a or a heart-attack
You back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and motherfuckin mama
We kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie, Fuck 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)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow
My fo'-fo' make all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life Westside 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
nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers 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 records they
You niggaz feel it, we the realest
'EM, we Bad Boy killin