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I ain't got no [bad word] friend That's why I [bad word] yo' [bad word] you fat [bad word] West side!! Bad Boy killers You know the realest is niggaz We bring it to you First off, [bad word] your [bad word] and the click you claim West side 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 Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark [bad word] [bad word] We keep [bad word] while [bad word] for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know [bad word] Little 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 tha street, so [bad word] peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahahah Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed [bad word] wit' me and get ya cap spilt, you know ... see ... 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... Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin [bad word] up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned [bad word] you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, why you're [bad word] with me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the [bad word] to let you sleep in the house, ahh 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 They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the [bad word] they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna [bad word] with us? You little young [bad word] [bad word] Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? You [bad word] with me [bad word] you [bad word] around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the [bad word] up, before you get smacked the [bad word] up That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama [bad word] you and your [bad word] mama We gonna kill all you [bad word] Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a [bad word] opinion Well this how we gonna do this [bad word] Mobb Deep [bad word] Biggie [bad word] Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a [bad word] crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then [bad word] you too Chino XL, [bad word] you too All you [bad word] [bad word] you too Alla y'all [bad word] [bad word] you die slow [bad word] My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You [bad word] can't be us or see us We the [bad word] Thug Life rides West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you [bad word] We do our job You think you mob, [bad word] we the [bad word] mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you [bad word] feel us Our [bad word] s going triple and [bad word] (take money) You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns at they [bad word] belt, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, [bad word] EM, we Bad Boy killin