I ain`t got no motherfuckin friends
That`s why I fucked yo` bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin` while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don`t fuck around with real G`s
Quick to snatch yo` ugly ass off tha street, so fuck 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
Fuck wit` me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
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
NIGGA, I hit em` up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas 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
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- 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 fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
