I'm a self made millionaire thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Nigga, I hit 'em up
Come on, come on, wassup nigga?
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't fuck with real ass G's
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
[Incomprehensible]
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
You know the rules, Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Biggie smalls and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
We bust on bad boys, niggas fuck for life
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his back
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
What the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
And all your fake ass East Coast props, brainstormed and locked
Little Kim is yah, choked up or doped up
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas getting killed
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke
Fuck with me and get your caps peeled
With your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
West side when we ride, come equipped with game
I'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up
And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your wife
Don't let the west side ride the night
Thug life, niggas better be known, be approaching
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
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Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Frank White needs to get spanked right for setting up traps
You'se a B writer, Pac style taker
Songwriters: Franne Golde, Duane S Hitchings, Johnny Jackson, Dennis Lambert, Tupac Shakur
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
No points to come, we bring drama to all you herds
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now go check the scenerio, Little Ceas'
All you niggas living bummy, while you fucking with me
I push packages every hour, I hit 'em up
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels
I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder occurs
Under my EddieBower, tour clout petty sour
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank
Now, I'm back to set the record straight with my AK
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot, cocked glock to your knot
Come on, come on, take money
Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang
It's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
But they burn muthafucka you deserve to die
You and the clouds hoping smoking dope
You know what you see
As soon as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up
Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools
Nigga, I hit 'em up
So fill the alazhay with a chaser
Talking about you getting money, but it's funny to me
Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac
It's like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
[Incomprehensible]
Well, come on, come on, take money
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
In the wide open, gun smoking, no need for hoping
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke
Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
With the ready power tucked in my guess
[Incomprehensible]
Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my style
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Nigga, I hit 'em up
E D I, I mean post the scene of the caper