That's why I fucked your bitch you fat muthafucka (Take Money). West side, Bad boy killaz (Take money). You know who the realest is. Niggaz we bring it to you (Take money). (Ha ha, that's alright)
Verse 1 (Tupac)
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim, West Side when we ride, come equipped with game. You claim to be a playa but I fucked your wife. We bust on Bad Boys, niggaz fuck for life. Plus Puffy tryin' to see me, weak hearts I rip. Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia some mark ass bitches. We keep on coming while we running for yo' jewels. Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools, you know the rules. Lil' Caesar go ask ya homey how I'll leave ya. Cut yo' young ass up, leave ya in pieces, now be deceased. Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gz, quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streets. So fuck peace. I'll let them niggaz know it's on for life, don't let tha West Side ride tonight (ha ha). Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed, fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know, see...
Chorus
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac, call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh. Who shot me, but yo' punks didn't finish. Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace. Nigga, I hit 'em up.
Verse 2 (Tupac)
(Take money) Check this out. You muthafuckas know what time it is. I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money). Y'all niggas ain't even on my level, (Take money) I'm going to let my little homies ride on you bitch made ass Bad Boy bitches (Take Money), (ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up).
(Hussein)
Get out tha way yo, get out the way yo. Biggie Smalls just got dropped. Little move pass the mack, and let me hit 'em in his back. Frank Wright needs to get spanked right, for setting traps. Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya. Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving ya. Spank ya shank, your whole style when I gank. Guard yo' rank, cause I'm a slam yo' ass in a bank. Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'll run at you nigga. And I'll smoke tha Junior Mafia in front of you nigga. With the ready power, tucked in my guess under my Eddie Bower. Your clout petty sour, I push packages every hour. Hit 'em up...
Chorus
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac. Call the cops when you see 2Pac. Uh, who shot me, but yo' punks didn't finish, now your 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace. Nigga we hit 'em up.
Verse 3 (Tupac)
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel. This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed with yo' mouths open, tryin' to come up off me, you in tha clouds hoping. Smoking dope it's like a shermine, niggaz think they learned to fly. But they burn muthafuckaz you deserve to die. Talking 'bout you gettin' money, but it's funny to me. All you niggaz living bummy while you fucking with me. I'm a self made millioniare. Thug livin' out of prison pistols in the air (air, ha ha). Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch, and beg a bitch to let you sleep in tha 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 back to set tha record straight, with my AK, I'm still tha thug that you love to hate. Muthafucka I'll hit 'em up.
(Kadafi)
I'm from tha N,E,W Jers, where plenty murders occurs, No points to come, we bring drama too all you heard, now go check the scenerio. Lil' Caes', I'll bring you fake Gz to ya knees coppin' pleas in DeJanerio. Lil' Kim is you coked up or doped up? Get your lil' Junior Mafia click smoked up, what the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn. With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block. With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot. Outlaw Mafia click move it up another knotch, in yo' box tops, Glocks get dropped and mopped. And all your fake ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked.
(EDI Amin)
You's a B-ridah, a Pac style taker. I'll tell you to yo' face, you ain't shit but a faker. Soften tha Alahzay with a chaser, 'bout to get murdered for tha paper, EDI Amin approach the scene of the caper. Like a loc, with Lil' Caesar in a choke (uhh) totin' smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke. Thug life, niggaz better be known, we approaching in the wide open, gun smoking. No need for hoping it's a battle lost. I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off. Nigga, I hit 'em up.
Outro (Tupac)
Now you tell me who won. I see them, they run (ha ha). They don't wanna see us (Take money), whole Junior Maffia click, dressing up tryin' ta be us (Take money). How the fuck they gonna be tha mob when we always on out job? (Take money). We millionaires. Killing ain't fair (Take money) but somebody gotta do it (Take money). Oh yeah Mobb Deep (Uhh), you wanna fuck with us. You little young ass muthafuckaz. Don't one of you niggaz got sickle-cell or something? You fucking with me nigga? You fuckin' around and havin' 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 niggaz from New York that want to bring it, bring it. But we ain't singing, we bringing drama, fuck you and your muthafucking mama. We gonna kill all you muthafuckaz. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a muthafuckin' opinion. Well this is how we gon' do this.... fuck Mobb Deep.... fuck Biggie.... fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a muthafucking crew, and if you wanna be down with Bad Boy then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too, all you muthafuckaz, fuck you too. (Take money), (Take money) All you muthafuckers, die slow muthafucka, my fo'-fo' make sure all your kids don't grow. You muthafuckaz can't be us or see us, we muthafuckin' Thug Life ridahz West Side till we die. Out here in California nigga we warn ya, we'll bomb on you muthafuckaz. We do our job, you think you mob nigga, we tha muthafuckin' mob. Ain't nothin' but killaz and tha real niggaz, all you muthafuckaz feel us. Our shit's goin' triple in four quadruples (Take money). You niggaz mad 'cause our staff got guns in their muthafuckaz belts, you know how it is when we drop records they feel it. You niggaz can't feel it, we the realest, fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas, we killaz, we killaz, we killaz...
