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Thats why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat mutha fucka
"take money"
westside, death row camp, you know who tha realist is nigguz, we bring
it to you
first off, fuck ya bitch and the click you claim
westside, when we ride, comin' quick with game
you claim to be a playa, but I fucked your wife
we bust on bad boys, my nigguz fuck for life
plus, puffy tryin to see me, creep, hearts I rip
biggie smalls and junior mafias some mark-ass bitches
we keep on comin' while we runnin for ya crew
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
little ceas', go ask ya homie how I leave ya, cut your young ass up,
leave you in pieces, now be deceased
little kim, don't fuck around with real g's, we quick to snatch yo'
ugly
ass off tha street,
so fuck peace
I let them nigguz know its on for life,
now let the westside ride tonight
Bad boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peelt, you know
Grab Ya Glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish,
Now ya' bout' to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
(Tupac Talking)
"Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is...I don't even
know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level, Ah'ma
let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches-
FEEL ME!!!"
(Outlaw - 1)
Get Out The Way Ya'll,
Get Out The Way Ya'll,
Biggie Smalls Just Got Dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit em' in the back
Frank White need to get Spanked right, for settin' tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
quick to spank ya whole style when I gank,
god you aint, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka
wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power
tuckin' my guess under my eddie baur
ya clout, pretty sour
I get packages every hour
(chorus)
You probably do it, keep it real, penetentary steel,
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin' kilt - with ya
mouths open tryin' to come up offa me, you in the coulds tockin
smokin dope just like a shermid
nigguz think they learned to fly
but you burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
all you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
thug livin', out a prison, pistols in the air
"huh, huh"
biggie, remember whn I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
"huh"
now its all about versachi, you copied my style
5 shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
now I'm bout to set the record straight,
with my ak, I'm still the thug you love to hate
nigga, I hit em up
(Outlaw - 2)
I'm from N-E-W jerz.
where plenty of murders occur
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We bringin' drama to all you herbs
so, check the cenario
little fiends, I bring you fake g'z to they kneez
coppin' please double check the cenario
little kim, is you coped up, or doped up?
ya whole junior mafia click must be smoked up
what the fuck, is you STUPID?!?!
I take money, crash and mash through brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin' and palutin' ya block
with 15 shots
"clock, clock" to ya knot
outlaw mafia click moved up another knoch
????????
Get moped and dropped
all your fake-ass east coast props
brainstormed and locked
(Outlaw - 1)
Youse a -
beat biter, a pac style taker, I'll tell you to ya face, you aint shit
but
a faker
Sippin' the alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Edi, Amin approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
totin' smoke
we aint no muthafuckin joke
thug life, niggaz betta be knowin'
we approchin
in the wide open
guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost,
I got across
soon as the funk be poppin' off
nigga I hit em up
(Tupac Talking)
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us,
the whole Junior Mafia click, dressin up tryin' to beat us
How the fuck they gonna beat a mob
When we always on our job
We millianiares
killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep you wanna fuck with us ya youg ass mutha fuckas
don't one a ya'll niggas got sickle cell or somthin?
fuck around wit' me, and have a seisure, or some shit
you better to back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up
this is how we do it on our side
Any-a you niggas from new york, if you wanna bring it, bring it
but we aint singin, we bringin drama
fuck you and your muthafuckin' mamma
we gon' kill all your mutha fuckas
at first I came out, sayin' it was all about biggie
but everybody had to open they mouth with a fuckin' opinion
well, this is how we gon' do it;
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
FUCK Bad Boy as a staff, a record label _and_ as a muthafuckin crew
and if you wanna be down with bad boy, then fuck you, too
Chino XL, fuck you too
all you mutha fuckas, fuck you too
all ya'll mutha fuckas, fuck you, die slow, muthafuckas...
my 44 make sure all yo' kids don't grow
you muthafuckas can't be us, or see us
we muthafuckin thug life ridaz - westside `till we die...
out here in california, if we warn you, we'll bomb on you mutha fuckaz
we do our job - you think you the mob, we the muthafuckin mob
ain't nuthin bust killas and fa real niggaz, all ya'll mutha fuckaz
feel
us
our shits gon' triple in 4 quadruple
you niggas laugh, but our staff got guns in they fuckin' belts
you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
Yall niggaz can't feel it,
YEAH!!!
We Bad Boy killin
killin
killin