I ain't got no friends why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money) You know who the realest is we bring it to you (take money) (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 M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't around with real G's to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know it's on for So let the Westside ride 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, uh Who shot me, but ya punks finish Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit em' up
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what 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 homies on you (take money) Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls 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 style I gank Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga With the power 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, uh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't Now ya bout to 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 battle All you gettin killed with ya mouths open to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self made Thug out a prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the And beg a bitch to let you in the house Now all about Versace, you copied my style shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm to set the record straight my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from Jers' Where of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs Now go the scenario Little bring you fake G's to your knees pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you up or doped up? Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through With my click looting, and polluting your block With a 15-shot Glock to your knot MAFIA clique moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get and dropped And all your fake ass coast props and locked
You's a, biter A Pac taker I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a Softer than Alize with a About to get murdered for the E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke Thug Life, niggas better be Be approaching in the open, gun smoking No need for hoping, a battle 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, run They wanna see us (take money) Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique Dressing up to be us (take money) How the they 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 a seizure or a heart attack (take money) You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it But we ain't singing, we drama you and your motherfucking mama We're kill all you motherfuckers Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion Well this is how we do this Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too Chino XL, you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money) All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers be us or see us We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die Out here in California, nigga, we ya We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but and the real niggas All you feel us Our shit goes and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our got Guns under motherfuckin' belts You know how it is, when we drop records felt You niggas can't it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad