[Intro: Tupac]
I ain't got no [bad word] friends
That's why I [bad word] yo' [bad word]  you fat [bad word] (take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know who the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

[Verse One: Tupac]
First off, [bad word] your [bad word] and the click you claim
Westside when we [bad word] equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I [bad word] your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz [bad word] for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark [bad word] [bad word] We keep [bad word] while [bad word] for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know [bad word] Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young [bad word] up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't [bad word] around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly [bad word] off the streets, so [bad word] peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed [bad word] wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...
 [bad word] 
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [bad word]  I hit em' up...

[Interlude: Tupac]
Check this out, you [bad word] know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you [bad word] made [bad word] bad boy [bad word] -- deal with it!!

[Verse Two: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your [bad word] in the paint
Puffy weaker than the [bad word] block [bad word] through [bad word] And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you [bad word] With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
 [bad word] 

[Verse Three: Tupac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths open
Tryin [bad word] up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn [bad word]  you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you [bad word] with me?
I'm a self made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a [bad word] to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five 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 that you love to hate [bad word]  I hit 'em up

[Verse Four: Khadafi]
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No points [bad word]  we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the [bad word] is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots [bad word] glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And your box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your fake [bad word] East coast props brainstormed and locked