Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no [bad word] friend
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)

Verse One: Tupac

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 ...
 [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 little 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 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 [bad word] 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] 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...

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 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

Verse Four: Kadafi 

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
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
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