Wednesday, January 31, 2007


I ain't got no motherfuckin friends That's why I fucked yo'bitch, you fat motherfucker (take money) West side!!BadBoy killers(take money) You know the realest is niggaz(take money) We bring it to you(takemoney)
First off, fuck your bitch inthe clit you claim West side when we ride come equipped with gameYou 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 hahahahBad Boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know
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... Check this out, you mutha fuckas know what time it isI don't evenknow why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'm a let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal withit!!Get out the way yo, get out the way yoBiggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass theMac, 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 whenI'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rock a wanna do,nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you,nigga With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my EddieBauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up:Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no free style battle, all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up off a me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high Niggaz think they learned to fly Butt hey burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit 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 bitch 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 NowI'm bout to set the record straight, with my AKI'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit em up I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards Knuckle check the scenario, Little CeaseI 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 fuck is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through
Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Youse a, beat biter,a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the sceneWrite a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in achoke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin jokeThugLife, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open,guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Now you tell me who wonI see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our jobWe millionaires,killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah,Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?You little young assmother fuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?You fuckin with me nigga you fuckaround and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuckup That's how we do it on our side Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringing drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with amother fuckin opinion Well this how we gonna do this FuckMobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff recordlabel and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you tooAll you motherfuckers, fuck you too(takemoney)(take money)Alla y'all motherfuckers,fuck you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our jobYou think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit'sgoing triple and four-quadruple(takemoney)You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killers


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