Sucka-ass
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
Sucka-ass
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is
(Take money) niggas, we bring it too
That's a'ight, ha ha
(Take money)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
[Chorus: 2Pac]
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my lil' homies ride
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up!
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
[Verse 4: Kadafi]
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little 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' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up!
[Outro: 2Pac]
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna 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 fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You're fuckin' with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!
We gon' 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 a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
Chino XL, fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!
Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas
Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!
Apen
Nemam prijatelje majke
Zato sam jebeno yo 'kuja, ti debeli majke!
(Uzeti novac) zapadna strana, loš dječak Killas
(Uzeti novac) (znate) znate tko je najmanji
(Uzeti novac) niggas, također ga dovodimo
To jest, ha ha
(Uzmi novac)
[Stih 1: 2Pac]
Prije svega, jebi kučku i kliku koju tvrdite
Westside kad vozimo, dođemo opremljenu igrom
Tvrdite da ste igrač, ali ja sam jebao svoju ženu
Poprsje na loše dječake, niggas jebeno za život
Plus, puffy pokušaj me vidjeti, slaba srca
Biggie mali i junior m.a.f.i.a. je neke kuje za označavanje
Nastavljamo da dolazimo dok trčimo za vaše dragulje
Stalni gunnin ', držite se businama na njima, znate pravila
Lil 'Caesar, idi Pitaj svoj homie kako ću ostaviti ya
Izrezati svoje mladost, ostaviti vas u komadima, sada biti umrli
Lil 'kim, ne zajebavaj se s pravim gs
Brzo ugrabiti yo 'ružno guzice s ulica, tako jebati mir!
Pustit ću im da niggas znaju da je za život
Ne dopustite da se Westside vožnja večeras (ha ha)
Loš dječak ubio je vosak i ubio
Zajebavati sa mnom i dobiti yo 'kape oguljene, znaš
[CHORUS: 2PAC]
Vidjeti, zgrabite svoje glokove kada vidite 2pac
Nazovite policajce kada vidite 2pac, uh
Tko me pucao? Ali vi pankeri nisu završili
Sada ćete osjetiti gnjev prijetnje
Nigga, udario sam ih! (Da)
[Interludij: 2PAC]
Provjerite ovo, vi ste nabori znaju koliko je sati
Ne znam ni zašto sam na ovoj stazi
Y'all niggas nije ni na mojoj razini
Ja sam dopustio da se moj lil homies vozi
Na tobom kuja - magarac loš dječak kuja, osjetite ga!
[Stih 2: Hussein Fatal]
Izvadite put yo, izvadite put yo
Biggie Males upravo je pao
Mali mu ', proći mac i pusti me da ga udarim u leđa
Frank White je potrebno da se udari za zamke
Mala nesreća ubojica, a ja nikada nisam čuo za vas
Otrovni Gats napada kada servim ya
Spank ya, shink ya cijeli stil kad sam gank
Čuvajte svoj rang 'jer sam vaš magarac u boji
Puffy slabiji od jebenog bloka koji trčim, nigga
I pušim junior m.a.f.i.a. Ispred tebe, Nigga
Sa spremnom snagom uvučena u moju pretpostavku pod mojim Eddie Bauer
Vaš bitak sitne / kiselo, guram pakete svakih sat vremena; Udario sam ih!
[CHORUS: 2PAC]
Zgrabite svoje glokove kad vidite 2pac
Nazovite policajce kada vidite 2pac, uh
Tko me pucao? Ali vi pankeri nisu završili
Sada ćete osjetiti gnjev prijetnje
Nigga, udarimo ih!
[RECH 3: 2PAC]
Peep Kako to radimo, čuvaj ga kao kazneni čelik
Ovo nije bilo freestyle bitke
Svi vi niggas gettin 'ubijen s otvorenim ustima
Tryna se smirila, ti u oblacima
Smokin 'Dope, to je poput brze
Niggas misle da su naučili letjeti
Ali oni spaljuju, majke, vi zaslužujete umrijeti
Razgovarati o novcu, ali mi je smiješno
Sve što ti niggas živiš bummy dok si jebeno sa mnom
Ja sam samoizgrađen milijunaš
Thug živi, iz zatvora, pištolji u zraku (ha ha)
Biggie, sjećaš se kad sam ti dopustio da spavaš na kauču
I moliti kuju da ti spavaj u kući?
Sada je sve o Versaceu, kopirao je moj stil
Pet metaka me ne može ispustiti, uzeo sam ga i nasmiješio se
Sada se vratim da postavim rekord ravno
S mojim akom, još uvijek sam razbojnik koji volite mrziti
Majdfucker, udario sam ih!
[Stih 4: Kadafi]
Ja sam iz N-E-W Jers 'gdje se javlja mnogo ubojstava
Nema bodova ili zareza, donosimo dramu svim ti bilje
Sada idite provjerite scenarij: Lil 'prestaje
Donijet ću vam laž g na koljena, coppin 'molbe u de Janeiru
Mali Kim, jesi li koknuo ili dopirao?
Uzmite svoj mali junior koji kliknite dimljeni
Što jebote, jesi li glup?
Uzimam novac, pad i kašu kroz Brooklyn
S mojim klikom plumpen ', shootin' i zagađuje vaš blok
S 15-shot napeti Glock na čvor
Outlaw Mafia Klique Movi se još jedan usjek
I vaše pop zvijezde pojavile su se i odbacuju se i spustile
Sve vaše rekvizite i zaključane
[Stih 5: e.d.i. Znači]
Ti si biter, PAC stilnik
Reći ću ti na tvoje lice, ne sranjem, već makar
Mekši od aliza s chaser
Da bi se ubio za papir
E.d.i. Znači pristup sceni kaparta
Kao što je LOC, s malim CEAS-om u gušenju
Pištolj utičuje dim, nismo nima
Thug život, Niggas Bolje da znaju
Približavamo se u širokom otvorenom pištolju
Nema potrebe za upisivanjem, to je izgubljena bitka
Dobio sam ih crosred čim se funk može
Nigga, udario sam ih!
[OUTRO: 2PAC]
Sada mi kažeš tko je pobijedio
Vidim ih, trče, hahahaha
Ne žele nas vidjeti
Cijelo junior m.a.f.i.a. Klique Dress pokušati biti nas
Kako će biti mob
Kada smo uvijek na poslu?
Mi milijunaši
Killin 'nije pošteno, ali netko to mora učiniti
Oh da, Mobb Duboko, želiš li se zajebavati s nama?
Si malo mlado-magarac
Zar nitko od vas niggas nije imao srpljeve ili nešto?
Jebeni si sa mnom, niggi
Ti zajebavaš i imaš napadaj ili srčani udar
Bolje se vratiš
Prije nego što se udari
Tako to radimo na našoj strani
Bilo tko od vas crnci iz New Yorka koji ga želi donijeti, donijeti!
Ali ne pjevamo, donosimo dramu
Jebi se i yo "mama mama!
Gon 'ubij sve što si jebeni!
Sada kad sam izašao, rekao sam ti da je riječ o Biggie
Onda su svi morali otvoriti usta
S MATHFuckinom mišljenjem
Pa, ovo je kako ćemo to učiniti: jebati Mobb duboko! Jebi Biggie!
Jebati loš dječak kao osoblje, snimaka naljepnica i kao mathefuckin 'posada!
A ako želiš biti s lošim dječakom, onda i tebe jebi!
Chino XL, jebi te previše!
Sve što si jebe, jebi te previše!
(Uzeti novac, uzeti novac)
Svi y'ally simovi, jebi, umrijeti!
Majdfucker, moj .44 Napravite sho 'sve y'all djeca ne rastu!
Vi sišfuckeri ne mogu biti nas ili nas vidjeti
Mi je majčino
Westside 'Til umrijeti!
Ovdje u Kaliforniji, Niggi, upozorili smo ya
Bježat ćemo vas na vas Radimo naš posao!
Mislite li da ste mafija? Nigga, mi matična majka!
Nije ništa ne
I prave crnje, sve što nas osjećaš
Naše sranje ide trostruko i 4-četverostruk
Vi se smiješ 'jer naše osoblje dobije oružje pod majkama
Znaš kako je to: kad ispustimo zapise, osjećali su se
Niggas to ne može osjetiti, mi najrealniji
Jebati ih, mi loš dječak Killas!