Intro: Tupac I is not got no fucking each other 's why I fucking bitch years, " fat motherfucker ( take money) West side ! Bad Boy killers ( take money ) You know niggas is RealEst ( take money ) we bring it to you ( take money) Verse One: Tupac First, to fuck your bitch and the click you claim west side when we ride come with the 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 MAFIA some mark ass bitches we keep comin ' as we run for your jewels steady gunnin, keep on Bustin fools , you know the rules Little Caesar , ask Ya HOMIE I left I . to cut your young ass , leave you in pieces, now deceased Lil Kim, not to fuck around with Real G Quick to snatch yo ugly ass ' on tha street, so to fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life so let the West side ride tonight HAHAHAH Bad Boy killed wax, and killed Fuck wit ' I Get Ya cover shed , you know ... see ... Chorus: Take Ya Glocks when you see Tupac call the police when you see Tupac , uhh Who shot me, but I punks did not finish the fight now I feel angry threat NIGGA, I Hit Em " up ... Interlude: Tupac Check this out , you know what time it is Muthafuckas I do not even know why I'm on this track ya'll niggaz is not even on my level I let my little homies ride on you bitch ass bitches ready bad boy, deal with it ! Verse Two : Fatal Get out of the way years , to go the way years Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for Settin some killer tracks by accident, and I've never heard - I Poisinous GATS attack when I Servin Ya Spank the shank I whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I ' ma slam you in the ass fucking pavement Puffy weaker Roca want to do , nigga and I will smoke I junior mafia in front of you nigga with the ready power tuckin my guess under my Eddie Bauer influenced me, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit Em Up Chorus Take Ya Glocks when you see Tupac call the cops when you see Tupac , uhh Who shot me , but I punks did not finish the fight now I feel angry threat NIGGA, I Hit Em ' up ... Verse Three : Tupac Peep how we do it , keep it real , it's penitentiary steel this is not no freestyle battle , all you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up Offa me, you in the clouds hoping Smokin dope it's like Sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly but they burned Muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me All you niggas living BUMMY , why are you fucking with me I m homemade milionare Thug Livin from 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 , oh Now all of Versacci, you copied my style Five shots could not drop me , I took it , and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still a thug that you love to hate Motherfucker , I hit Em Up fourth verse : Kadafi I'm from New -Jerz, where a lot of killing it any issues to be calmer , we Bringin drama all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario , Little Cease I bring you to Fake G knees Coppin pleas Because this is not your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up ? Get Ya Lil Junior hamburger press burned , what the fuck are you stupid ? ? I take money , crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click Lootin, shoot and pollutin Ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
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