[Intro]
N.C.
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
Am
That's why I fucked yo' bitch you fat motherfucker
[Verse]
D
West side Bad Boy killers
E7
You know who the realest is niggas we bring it to you
Em Am
That's aight ■
Am
First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
D
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
E7 Em Am
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Am
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life
Am
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip
Dm
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some markass bitches
E7 Em C
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Am
Steady gunnin' keep on bustin' at them fools you know the rules
Am
Lil' Ceaser go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Dm
Cut your young ass up leave you in pieces now be deceased
Em
Lil' Kim don't fuck around with real G's
Am
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets so fuck peace
[Chorus]
Am
I let them niggas know it's on for life
D Dm
Don't let the Westside ride tonight
E7
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Am
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled you know see
Am
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac
D E7
Call the cops when you see Tupac uh
Em C
Who shot me But ya punks didn't finish
Am
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Am
Nigga I hit em' up
[Verse]
Am
Check this out you motherfuckers know what time it is
D
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Em
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
Em
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
Am
Bitch madeass Bad Boy bitches feel it
Am
Get out the way yo get out the way yo
Dm
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Em
Little Mu' pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back
Am
Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps
Am
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya
Dm
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
E7 Em
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Am
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Am
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through nigga
Dm
And I'm smokin' Junior MAFIA in front of you nigga
E7
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Am
Ya clout petty sour I push packages every hour hit 'em up
Am
Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac
D Em
Call the cops when you see Tupac uh
C
Who shot me But ya punks didn't finish
Am
Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Am
Nigga we hit em' up
Dm
Peep how we do it keep it real as penitentiary steel
Dm
This ain't no freestyle battle
E7
All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open
Am
Tryna come up offa me you in the clouds hopin'
Am
Smokin' dope it's like a sherm high niggas think they learned to fly
Dm
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
E7
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
Am
All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me
Am
I'm a selfmade millionaire
Dm
Thug livin' outta prison pistols in the air
E7
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
Am
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Am
Now it's all about Versace you copied my style
Dm
Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled
Em
Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight
Am A7
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Am
Motherfucker I hit 'em up
Am
I'm from NEW Jers'
Am
Where plenty murders occurs
D
No points or commas we bring drama to all you herbs
Em
Now go check the scenario
Am
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Am
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Am
Little Kim is you coked up or doped up
D
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
Em
What the fuck is you stupid
Am
I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn
Am
With my clique lootin' shootin' and pollutin' your block
Am
With a fifteenshot cocked Glock to your knot
D
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
Em
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
Am
And all your fake ass East Coast props
Am
Brainstormed and locked
Am
You's a beat biter
Am
A Pac style taker
Dm
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
E7 Em
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
Am
About to get murdered for the paper
Am
Edi Mean approach the scene of the caper
Dm
Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke
Em
Gun totin' smoke we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Am
Thug Life niggas better be known
Am
We approachin' in the wide open gun smokin'
Am
No need for hopin' it's a battle lost
Dm
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
E7 Em
Nigga I hit 'em up ■
Em
Now you tell me who won
Am
I see them they run
Am
They don't wanna see us
Dm
Whole Junior MAFIA clique
Dm
Dressing up trying to be us
E7
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
E7
We millionaires
Am
Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Am
Oh yeah Mobb Deep you wanna fuck with us
D
You little youngass motherfuckers
Em
Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something
Em
You fucking with me
Am
Nigga you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
Am
You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
D
This is how we do it on our side
Dm E7
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it bring it
E7
But we ain't singin' we bringin' drama
Am
Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
Am
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
D
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
E7
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
E7
Well this is how we gon' do this
Am
Fuck Mobb Deep fuck Biggie
Dm
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin' crew
E7
And if you want to be down with Bad Bo then fuck you too
A7
Chino XL fuck you too
Am D
All you motherfuckers fuck you too ■
Am Em
All of y'all motherfuckers fuck you die slow motherfucker
Am
My zero point four four make sure all y'all kids don't grow
Am
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
Dm
We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders Westside 'til we die
E7 Em C
Out here in California nigga we warned ya
Am
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers we do our job
Am
You think you mob Nigga we the motherfuckin' mob
D D7
Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas
E7
All you motherfuckers feel us
Am
Our shits go triple and fourquadruple
Am
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got
D
Guns in they motherfuckers belts
Dm E7
You know how it is when we drop records they felt
Em Am
You niggas can't feel it we the realest
Am
Fuck 'em we Bad Boy killers
[End]
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