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I ain't got no *** friends That's why I *** your ***
You... bad boy{Take Money} Yeah, I'ma do this track
Westside! MOB, Bad Boy Killa!
hahahaha, hey fat boy...
[Verse 1 - 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click
you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with
game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I
rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark
*** tricks We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for ya'
jewels Steady rushin' while we bustin' at them fools,
you know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave
ya Cut your trick *** up, leave you in pieces,
now be deceased Little Kim, don't conversate with real G's
Quick to *** your ugly *** off the streets, you knew we...
I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight (hahaha)
Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killed Mess with me and get your caps peeled
You know, See
[Chorus - 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac, Uhh Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Sucker, I hit 'em up
[2Pac] Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
[Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu' pass the mac and let me hit 'em
in his back Frank White need to get spanked right for
settin' traps Little accident murderers and I ain't never
heard of ya Poise less gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Shanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank cause I'm a slam your *** in a pang
Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through
And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the ready power, tucked in my guess under
my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever
hour We hit 'em up
[Chorus - 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta, I hit 'em up
[Verse 3 - 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary
steel This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers
gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me you and the clouds
hopin', smokin' dope It's like a Shermine brothers think they learned
to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to
die Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny
with me I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the house
Now it's 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 Little busta I'll Hit 'Em Up
[Kadafi] I'm from N-E-W Jerz where plenty of ***
occurs No points, no commas we bring drama to all
you herds Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas' I'll bring my enemies to they knees
Coppin' pleas a Degenario Big Mama is ya coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
Please tell me is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake *** east coast props brainstormed and locked
[EDI] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper
EDI Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin'
smoke Outlawz we ain't no joke, Thug Life cowards
better be known Be approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin'
off HAHA, I hit 'em up
[Outro - 2Pac] Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
California love, california thug You know what time it is
Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa
Chino XL Killa Much love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx,
Bunchy The Fat ***, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
Keep it comin'! Westsiiide!
You know what time it is All my real homeboyz in Jerzey, get up!
Outlaw! Thug Life! to die Westside, Outlaw