Ain't got no motherfuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch You fat motherfucka (Take money) Bad Boy killaz Bad Boy (Take money) You know the realest is, niggaz (take money) We bring it to you (Take money) (That's aiight hahaha) (Take money) Fuck your bitch and the clique 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 Boyz' niggaz Fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryin to 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 your homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up Leave you in pieces Now be deceased Lil' Kim Lil Kim Don't fuck around with real Gs Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street So fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahaa Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Bad Boy Fuck with me and get ya caps peeled You know See Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac (uh) 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 muthafuckaz know what time it is? I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level Imma let my little homies ride on you Bitch made ass Bad Boy bitches Deal with it! Get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Biggie Smallz Little Moo, pass the Mack And let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right Frank White For settin tracks Little accident murderer And I ain't never heard of ya Poisinous gats attack When I'm servin' ya Spank the shank Ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga puff And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin My Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout Pretty sour I get packages every hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac (uh) Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up! Peep how we do it Keep it real It's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggaz gettin killed With your 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 But they burned muthafucka You deserve to die Talkin 'bout you gettin money But it's funny to me All you niggaz living bummy While you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made millionaire Thug livin' out of prison Pistols in the air (haha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch Biggie， And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house (uh) Now it's all about Versaci You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me 5 I took it and smiled Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Motherfucka I hit em up I'm from N-E-W-Jerz Where plenty murders occur No points to calm We bringin' drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario Lil' Cease, I bring you fake Gs to your knees Little Ceaze ， Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Lil Kim Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money Crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin' Shooting and polluting your block With 15 shot cock glock to your knot Outlaw M.A.F.I.A. clique movin' up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Youz 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 scene E.D.I Write a caper like a loc With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold , Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin' joke Thug Life, niggaz better be knowin' We approchin in the wide open, guns smokin' No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga, I hit em up! Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..(hahaha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? Oh yeah，Mobb Deep， You little young ass motherfuckaz Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or sumpin? You fuckin' with me, nigga, you fuck around have a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fuck up befo' you get smacked the fuck up That's how we do it on our side Any you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma Fuck you and your mothafuckin mama We gonna kill all you motherfuckaz Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open they mouth with a mothafuckin opinion And as a mothafuckin' crew! All you motherfuckaz Fuck you too! (Take money) 2x （ All of y'all motherfuckaz, fuck you Die slow motherfucka My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckaz can't be us or see us We're motherfuckin thug life ridahz West side 'till we die! We do our job You think you mob, nigga, WE the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckaz feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (Take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got Guns at they motherfuckaz back You know how it is When we dropped records, they felt it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killin' (We killin')