I ain't got no motherfuckin That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat (Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money) You know who the realest is niggaz we it to you (take money) (Take money)
off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come with game You claim to be a player but I your wife We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life Plus 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, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz it's on for life So let the Westside tonight 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, uh Who shot me, but ya punks finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a Nigga, I hit em' up
Check this out, you know what time it is (take money) I don't even why I'm on this track (take money) Y'all niggaz ain't even on my I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money) 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 need 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 your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you With the ready power tuckin' my under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh 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 penitentiary This ain't no battle All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly But they motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self made Thug out a prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch And beg a to let you sleep in the house Now all about Versace, you copied my style shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from N-E-W Where of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring drama to all you 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 What the fuck, is you I take money, crash and mash through With my click looting, shooting and polluting block a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped And all your ass East coast props and locked
You's a, biter A Pac style I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a to get murdered for the paper E.D.I approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke Thug Life, better be known Be approaching in the open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a battle I got em crossed as as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit em up!
Now you me who won I see them, run They don't see us (take money) Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique Dressing up to be us (take money) How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we on our job? (Take money) We ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money) Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us You little motherfuckers (take money) Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money) You're fucking with me, fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money) You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our Any of you from New York that want to bring it, bring it But we ain't singing, we bringing Fuck you and motherfucking mama gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion this is how we gonna do this Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow You can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die Out in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob nothing but killers and the real niggas All you motherfuckers us Our shit goes triple and (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our 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