Intro 2 Pac
So I [bad word] your [bad word] 
You fat mutha [bad word] {take money}
West side
Bad boy killers {take money}
You know who the realist is
Niggas we bring it to {take money}

Verse 1 2 Pac
First off, [bad word] your [bad word] 
And the click you claim
West side when we ride [bad word] equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I [bad word] your wife
We bust on bad boys
Niggas [bad word] for life
Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Some mark [bad word] [bad word] 
We keep [bad word] 
While [bad word] for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know [bad word] 
Little ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave yah
Cut your young [bad word] up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim,
Don't [bad word] with real [bad word] g's
Quick to snatch your ugly [bad word]  off the streets
So [bad word] peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
 [bad word] with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

 [bad word] 2 Pac
Grab your glocks when you see 2 Pac
Call the cops when you see 2 Pac, uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
 [bad word]  I hit 'em up

Interlude 2 Pac
Check this out
You mutha [bad word] know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
 [bad word] made [bad word] bad boys [bad word] 
{ahh yo, yo, hold the [bad word] up}

Verse 1 Outlawz
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 yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Gaurd your rank
Cause I'm a slam your [bad word] in a pang
Puffy weaker than a [bad word] #39; block
 [bad word] through [bad word] 
And I'm smoking junior mafia
In front of yah [bad word] 
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

 [bad word] 2 Pac
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
 [bad word]  we hit 'em up

Verse 3 2 Pac
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' [bad word] up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a shermine
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha [bad word] you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you [bad word] with me?
I'm a self made millioniare
Thug livin', 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 [bad word] to let you sleep on 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
Mutha [bad word] I'll hit 'em up

Verse 4 Outlawz
I'm from n e w jers.
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points [bad word] 
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little ceas'
I'll bring you fake g's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these ***
Little kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the [bad word] 
Is you stupid?
I take money,
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
 [bad word] glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another knotch
And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake [bad word] east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

Verse 5 Outlawz
You's a b-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing [bad word] but a faker
Soften the alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little ceas' in a choke [uhh]
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha [bad word] #39; joke
Thug life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off
 [bad word]  I hit 'em up

Epilogue 2Pac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, [bad word] [ha ha]
They don't wanna see us
Whole junior mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the [bad word] 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 [bad word] with us
You little young [bad word] mutha [bad word] 
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You [bad word] with me, [bad word] ?
You [bad word] around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
You better back the [bad word] up
Before you get smacked the [bad word] up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from new york that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
 [bad word] you and your mother [bad word] mama.
We gonna kill all you mother [bad word] 
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother [bad word] opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
 [bad word] mobb deep,
 [bad word] biggie,
 [bad word] bad boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother [bad word] crew.
And if you want to be down with bad boy,
Then [bad word] you too.
Chino xl, [bad word] you too.
All you mother [bad word] 
 [bad word] you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother [bad word] 
 [bad word] you, die slow mother [bad word] 
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother [bad word] can't be us or see us.
We mother [bad word] #39; thug life riders.
West side till' we die.
Out here in california, [bad word] 
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother [bad word] 
We do our job.
You think you the mob, [bad word]  we the mother [bad word] #39; mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother [bad word] feel us.
Our [bad word] goes tripple and four [bad word] 
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother [bad word] #39; belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
 [bad word] 'em.
We bad boy killas.