[00:33.69]come on come on
[00:34.75]take money
[00:35.94]come on come on
[00:37.20]take money
[00:38.45]come on come on
[00:39.83]wass up niggas
[00:40.79]First off, **** yo' bitch and the clique you claim
[00:43.46]Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
[00:45.94]You claim to be a player, but I ****ed your wife
[00:48.61]We bust on Bad Boys, niggas ****ed for life
[00:51.16]Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
[00:53.53]Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
[00:56.25]We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
[00:58.61]Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
[01:01.60]Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
[01:03.62]Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
[01:06.82]Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real G's
[01:08.75]Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so **** peace!
[01:11.74]I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
[01:13.67]Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
[01:16.45]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
[01:18.63]**** with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
[01:22.03]See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
[01:23.84]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[01:26.79]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[01:28.74]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[01:30.97]Nigga, I hit 'em up!
[01:41.55]Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
[01:44.35]Biggie Smalls just got dropped
[01:46.15]Little Moo', pass the MAC
[01:47.77]And let me hit him in his back
[01:49.14]Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
[01:51.61]Little accident murderer
[01:53.04]And I ain't never heard of ya
[01:54.47]Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
[01:56.99]Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
[01:59.35]Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
[02:01.87]Puffy weaker than the ****in' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
[02:03.99]And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
[02:06.73]With the ready power
[02:07.52]Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
[02:09.20]Your clout petty/sour
[02:10.38]I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!
[02:14.58]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
[02:17.68]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
[02:19.41]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[02:21.21]Nigga, I hit 'em up!
[02:22.91]Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
[02:25.01]This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas gettin' killed
[02:27.49]With your mouths open
[02:28.99]Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds, hopin'
[02:31.16]Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
[02:32.89]Niggas think they learned to fly
[02:34.51]But they burn, mother****er, you deserve to die
[02:36.84]Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
[02:39.52]All you niggas livin' bummy — why you ****in' with me?
[02:42.00]I'm a self-made millionaire
[02:43.31]Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
[02:46.79]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
[02:49.28]And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
[02:52.07]Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
[02:54.62]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
[02:57.04]Now I'm back to set the record straight
[02:58.78]With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
[03:02.46]I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
[03:05.01]No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
[03:07.46]Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
[03:10.95]I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
[03:12.44]Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
[03:14.56]Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
[03:16.67]What the ****, is you stupid?
[03:18.17]I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
[03:20.72]With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
[03:22.89]With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
[03:24.83]Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
[03:27.62]And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
[03:29.59]All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
[03:33.01]You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
[03:35.01]I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
[03:37.62]Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:39.17]About to get murdered for the paper
[03:41.96]E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
[03:43.82]Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
[03:45.44]Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
[03:47.93]Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
[03:50.21]We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
[03:52.45]No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
[03:54.16]I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
[03:57.15]Nigga, I hit 'em up!
[04:02.67]we hit'em up