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[Intro] I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, yAmou fat motherfucker (Take money) DmWest side, Bad Boy killers (take money) EmYou know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money) Am(Take money)
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First off, Amfuck your bitch and the click you claim DmWestside when we ride come equipped with game EmYou claim to be a player but I fucked your wife AmWe bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life AmPlus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip DmBiggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches EmWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels AmSteady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules AmLil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya DmCut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased EmLil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's AmQuick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace AmI let them niggaz know it's on for life DmSo let the Westside ride tonight EmBad Boy murdered on wax and killed AmFuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
[Chorus]
AmGrab ya glocks, when you see Tupac DmCall the cops, when you see Tupac, uh EmWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish AmNow ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace AmNigga, I hit em' up