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I ain't got no mother****in' friends
That's why I ****ed yo' bitch
You fat motha****er
Westside, Bad Boy killaz
You know who the realest is, niggaz
We bring it to you (that's aiight)
First off, **** your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boyz' niggaz, ****ed for life
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin'
While we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at the fools
You know the rules
Lil' Ceasar, go ask your homie
How I leave ya, cut your young ass up
Leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real Gs
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets,
So **** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
**** with me and get ya caps peeled
You know, see:
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac
Who shot me?
But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
toller Typ, I hit 'em up!
Check this out
You mutha****ers 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
I'm a 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 Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac
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 of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank the shank, your whole style when I dank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a ****in Pac,
A wanna-do toller Typ
And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you, toller Typ
With the ready power,
Tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I get packages every hour
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 burn, mutha****er, you deserve to die
Talkin 'bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you niggaz living bommy
Why you ****in' wit' me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison
Pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used
To let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch
To let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copy my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
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
Mother****er, 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
Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
Lil' Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the ****, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique
Lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With 15 shot cock glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique movin' up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mobbed and dropped
All your fake ass eastcoast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to yo face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
Totin' smoke
We aint no mutha****in' 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
As soon as the funk was poppin off
toller Typ, I hit 'em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up
Tryin' to be us
How the **** 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 **** with us?
You little young ass motha****ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or sumpin'?
You ****in' with me, toller Typ?
You **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the **** up,
Before you get smacked the **** 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
**** you and your motha****in' mama
We gonna kill all you motha****ers
Now when I came out
I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth,
With a motha****in opinion
Well this how we gonna do this:
**** Mobb Deep! **** Biggie!
**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label
And as a motha****in' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy,
Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
All you motha****ers, **** you too!
All of y'all motha****ers, **** you!
Die slow, motha****er!
My .44 make sure
All y'all kids don't grow
You motha****ers can't be us or see us
We're motha****in' thug life riderz
Westside 'till we die!
Out here in California, we warn you
We'll bomb on you motha****ers, we do our job
You think you the mob, toller Typ?
We the motha****in' mob!
Ain't nuthin' but killers and the real niggaz
All you motha****ers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
You niggaz laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns at they motha****ers' back
You know how it is
When we dropped records, they felt it
You niggaz can't feel it
We're the realest
**** 'em, we're Bad Boy killin'!
... aso nächstes ma vielleicht einfach n text dende haben will bei google eintippen... geht schneller
That's why I ****ed yo' bitch
You fat motha****er
Westside, Bad Boy killaz
You know who the realest is, niggaz
We bring it to you (that's aiight)
First off, **** your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boyz' niggaz, ****ed for life
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin'
While we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at the fools
You know the rules
Lil' Ceasar, go ask your homie
How I leave ya, cut your young ass up
Leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real Gs
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets,
So **** peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
**** with me and get ya caps peeled
You know, see:
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac
Who shot me?
But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
toller Typ, I hit 'em up!
Check this out
You mutha****ers 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
I'm a 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 Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac
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 of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank the shank, your whole style when I dank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a ****in Pac,
A wanna-do toller Typ
And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you, toller Typ
With the ready power,
Tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I get packages every hour
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 burn, mutha****er, you deserve to die
Talkin 'bout you gettin money
But it's funny to me
All you niggaz living bommy
Why you ****in' wit' me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison
Pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used
To let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch
To let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copy my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
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
Mother****er, 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
Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
Lil' Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the ****, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique
Lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With 15 shot cock glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique movin' up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mobbed and dropped
All your fake ass eastcoast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to yo face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
Totin' smoke
We aint no mutha****in' 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
As soon as the funk was poppin off
toller Typ, I hit 'em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up
Tryin' to be us
How the **** 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 **** with us?
You little young ass motha****ers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or sumpin'?
You ****in' with me, toller Typ?
You **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the **** up,
Before you get smacked the **** 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
**** you and your motha****in' mama
We gonna kill all you motha****ers
Now when I came out
I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth,
With a motha****in opinion
Well this how we gonna do this:
**** Mobb Deep! **** Biggie!
**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label
And as a motha****in' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy,
Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
All you motha****ers, **** you too!
All of y'all motha****ers, **** you!
Die slow, motha****er!
My .44 make sure
All y'all kids don't grow
You motha****ers can't be us or see us
We're motha****in' thug life riderz
Westside 'till we die!
Out here in California, we warn you
We'll bomb on you motha****ers, we do our job
You think you the mob, toller Typ?
We the motha****in' mob!
Ain't nuthin' but killers and the real niggaz
All you motha****ers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
You niggaz laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns at they motha****ers' back
You know how it is
When we dropped records, they felt it
You niggaz can't feel it
We're the realest
**** 'em, we're Bad Boy killin'!
... aso nächstes ma vielleicht einfach n text dende haben will bei google eintippen... geht schneller
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picture me rollin in my 500 benz/
i got no luv for these niggas/
theres no need to be friends/
i got no luv for these niggas/
theres no need to be friends/
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