Intro: zeb
I ain't got no [bad word] friends
That's why I [bad word] yo' [bad word]  you fat [bad word] 
(take money) WEESSSSSSTTTTIIIIIDE!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know 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 niggas [bad word] for life
Plus Puffy tryna 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] #39; while [bad word] for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know [bad word] 
Little Caeser, 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 streetz, so [bad word] peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the West side ride the night (haha)
Bad Boys 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 niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
 [bad word] made [bad word] bad boy [bad word]  deal with it!!

Verse Two: Fatal
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 traps
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poiseless gats attack when I'm servin ya
spank the shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam ya [bad word] in the pang
Puffy weaker than a [bad word] block [bad word] through [bad word] 
and, I'll smoking junior mafia in front of you, [bad word] 
With the ready power tuckin my Gats under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, petty sour I push packages every hour
I 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 shermine
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn [bad word]  you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz livin bummy why you [bad word] with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug Livin outta 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,(ha)
Now its all about Versace, 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

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz., where plenty murders occurz
No point [bad word]  we bringin drama to all you heardz
Local check the scenario, Little Caes'
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro'
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior 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 you popstars popped get dropped and mopped
All your fake [bad word] east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Edi
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell it to ya face u aint nuttin [bad word] but a faker
Softer