I ain't got no mutha [bad word] friends
That's why 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}
(ha ha, that's alright)

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 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] around with real 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] 

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]  I hit 'em up

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s 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
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your [bad word] in a pang
Puffy weaker than a [bad word]  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] 

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary 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 Millionaire
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 in 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 'Up

I'm from N W Jers.
Where plenty of murder 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 notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake [bad word] east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing [bad word] but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Cea