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 the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

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, see 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
To let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed  [bad word] wit' me and get ya 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 
ya'll nigguz 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:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz 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 tracks 
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya 
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya 
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement 
Puffy weaker that a [bad word] rocka wanna do, [bad word] 
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, [bad word] 
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour 
and hit em up
 [bad word] 
Verse Three: Tupac

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 live in bummy while 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 the 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 you love to hate  [bad word]  I hit em up