I got no motherfuckin friends why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money) You know who the is niggaz we bring it to you (take money) (Take money)
First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim Westside we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know on for life So let the ride tonight Bad Boy on wax and killed Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,
Grab ya glocks, when you see Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh Who me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a Nigga, I hit em' up
this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money) I don't know why I'm on this track (take money) Y'all niggaz even on my level I'ma let my little ride on you (take money) Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya shank ya whole style when I your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your 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 front of you With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up
ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh 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 battle All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly But they 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 made millionaire livin' out a prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch And beg a to let you sleep in the house Now it's all Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I 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 Jers' Where plenty of murders No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs Now go check the Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees Copping pleas in de Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting and polluting your a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East props and locked
You's a, beat A Pac taker tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker Softer Alize with a chaser About to get murdered for the E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke Thug Life, niggas better be Be approaching in the open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a lost I got em crossed as as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit em up!
Now you me who won I see them, they They don't see us (take money) Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique Dressing up to be us (take money) How the fuck gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) We Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money) Oh yeah, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us You little motherfuckers (take money) Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money) You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a attack (take money) You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it But we singing, we bringing drama Fuck you and motherfucking mama gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion Well is how we gonna do this Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money) All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow You motherfuckers be us or see us We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die Out here in California, nigga, we ya We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob Ain't nothing but and the real niggas All you feel us Our shit goes and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh our staff got Guns under they belts You know how it is, we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the Fuck 'em, we Bad