So I fucked your bitch
You fat motherfucker take money
West side
Bad boy killers take money
You know who the realist is
Niggers we bring it to take money
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys
Niggers fuck for life
Plus puffy trying to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim,
Don't fuck with real ass g's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggers know
It's on for life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
refrain:
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigger, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggers ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
Bitch made ass bad boys bitches
Ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank white needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fucking block
I'm running through nigger
And I'm smoking junior mafia
In front of you nigger
With the ready power
Tucked in my guess
Under my eddie bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
refrain
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggers getting killed
With your mouths open
Trying to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a shermine
Niggers think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But its funny to me
All you niggers living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug living, out of prison
Pistols in the air {air} (ha ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my a-k
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker I'll hit 'em up
I'm from n w new jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little ceas'
I'll bring you fake g's to you knees
Coping pleas with these
Little kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You'se a b-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.I I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfucking' joke
Thug life, niggers better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I got them crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigger, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole junior mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah mobb deep (uhh)
You wanna fuck with us
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggers got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigger?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggers from new york that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking
Opinion
Well this is how we gonna do this:
Fuck mobb deep,
Fuck biggie,
Fuck bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking
Crew.
And if you want to be down with bad boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino xl, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
Fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fourty four (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fucking thug life riders.
West side till' we die.
Out here in california, nigger
We warned you
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigger, we the mother fucking mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggers, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggers laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother
Fucking belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggers can't feel it
We the realist
Fuck 'em.
We bad boy killers.