WESSSSIDE NEEGAAAAAAAAAAA
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
?You fucking with me, nigga
You fuck around and catch 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 niggas from New York that want to bring it
Bring it
But we ain't singing
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin 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 mother fuckin crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you mother fuckers
fuck you too
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers
fuck you, die slow mother fucker
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders
West Side till' we die
Out here in California, nigga
'We warned ya
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers
We do our job
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em
We Bad Boy killas
