First off, f**k your b***h and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I f***ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boy n****z f***ed for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a** b***hes
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young a** up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't f**k around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly a** off the streets, so f**k peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
F**k wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Now you tell me who won? I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the f**k they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna f**k with us?
You little young-a** motherf***ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You f***in with me nigga you f**k around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the f**k up, 'fore you get smacked the f**k up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you n****z from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
F**k you and your motherf***in mama
We gon' kill all you motherf***ers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherf***in opinion
Well this how we gon' do this
F**k Mobb Deep, F**k Biggie, F**k Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherf***in crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then f**k you too
Chino XL, f**k you too
All you motherf***ers, f**k you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherf***ers, f**k you die slow motherf***er
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherf***ers can't be us or see us
We the motherf***in Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California ni**a we warn ya
We'll BOMB on you motherf***ers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, ni**a we the motherf***in mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real ni**az
All you motherf***ers feel us
Our shit's goin triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You ni**az laugh cause our staff got, g**s in they motherf***ers belts
You know how it is when we drop records they felt
You ni**az can't feel it, we the realest
F*** 'EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes* MAKAVELI - HIT 'EM UP