I ain't got no [bad word] friends
That's why I [bad word] your [bad word] 
You fat [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 clique you claim
West side when we ride [bad word] equipped with game
You claim to be a player
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 your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know [bad word] 
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young [bad word] up
See you 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, uh
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

Check this out
You [bad word] know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
 [bad word] made [bad word] Bad Boys [bad word] 
(ah yo, yo, hold the [bad word] up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving you
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] #39; block
 [bad word] through [bad word] 
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you [bad word] 
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
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 in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn [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
 [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 scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the [bad word] 
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
 [bad word] glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake [bad word] east coast props