That's why I fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker
(Take money)
West Side, Bad Boy killers (Take money)
You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too
(Take money)
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. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Lil' Caesar go ask you homie how I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your 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 the night
(Haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
You know, See
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac (Oh)
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit em up

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