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Intro
2Pac
I ain't got no muth*fkin' friends
What y'all talkin' about
Hell yeah
I'm a do this muth*fkin' track
(Right)
And they know exactly
Who I'm talkin' about too
You old b*tch made
Verse 1
2Pac
Cause
Uh
talk plenty s**t
So many tricks
I fked your b*tch
Cause I'm true to this
Witness the hit
You talk bad about a nigg*
When I got blasted
Hope you made a little money
While the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa
nigg* how you figure
Cause to me
You'll always be a phoney fat nigg*
I can't be copied
even wearin' Versachi
nigg* you run or buck
Scared as fk
If the guns would bust
Now talk
I got a list
Of player haters and fakes
You b*tch
Gettin' blown away
You cross-eyed
Down syndrome
Crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough
Now that's crazy
I got your as* in my sight
dyin' tonight
We screamin'
West Side for life
And I can't wait
To see you in traffic
Cause we gonna get 'em up
(Ha ha ha)
When you see me
You better bust
Cause I'm a hit 'em up
Chorus
Tupac
Grab your glocks
When you see Tupac
(Uh)
Call the cops
When you see Tupac
(Uh)
Who shot me
But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
Of a menace
nigg* we hit 'em up
Verse 2
Napolean
It's hard to explain
This wasn't my thang
When I was younger
Before my s**t
I swear to God
I'll make you stick
Just to make a come up
run up
Cause more murder
For the money
Got caught up
Tryin' to make a harder record
Should have been on checked
Cause I bet you
And it's for life
You'll never gonna see a nigg* like me
Wantin' a battle up on T.V.
I'd rather release
Some of these
And put a slug
To you buster as*
That continue to squeeze
I got some
Back in Jersey
That would rather be jackin' cars
And robbin' b*tch
Like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back
To the West Side
Them
Sure gonna be ridahs
And plus we Thug Life
So call us multiply
Finger on the trigger
girls stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em
They might be the first
That we gonna bust up
Just label me a Bad Boy Killer
You Mobb Deep girls
Gonna feel us
When we turn into killers
Hit 'em up
Verse 3
E.D.I
Now this is me
B. K.
All day
Ain't no frontin'
Ain't no quicker
Strictly Bad Boy killin'
Shoot that as* like a squealer
Now let this muth*fka
Top down
I'm fittin' to drop rounds
Lettin' these sounds
Pop and then I'm hot bound
Seein' them shatter
Shootin' my s**t
To work a lease go
What's up to the ridahs
In L.A.
Don't preach on up
To the East O.
Shootin' that so
See low
Circle
That s**t don't hurt you
Made to turn you purple
Wanna take a plane
But we enemies
To the game
Well get that as* tamed
Simple and plain
Y'all know the name
Drama
Ridahs
Through the whole night
get taught
Then we bobbin' through
They hits slow
No need for runnin'
Cause we don't give a fk
Beside the funky man
We got to hit they ass
On up
Verse 4
Hussein Fatal
Get out the way
Yo
Get out the way
Yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle
Stormin'
nigg* don't need your fat as*
In California
I catch you
On any East Coast corner
And your as* is a goner
Puffy weaker than fkin' block
I'm runnin through nigg*
And I'm smokin'Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you nigg*
With the ready power
tuckin' my gats
Under my Eddie Bower
You clothes petty sour
I push packages
Every hour
My sons past
When slappin' nickels
On glass forties
So hurry the cash
You made on that F
Without your as* shorty
I got a team
Of simple boutable souls
With my ears like Yoda
Quick as a cobra
And never sober
Verse 5
Khadafi
I'm on a twelve o' clock
Cruise to Brooklyn
And I'm lookin'
For the thirl in your barrel
Ready to get his life tookin'
So where your killers at
You fake trick
E.D.I. will leave your coward as*
Stripped
And a full clip
In your stomach
You been all year nigg*
Runnin'
Poppin' every coward
And every nigg* behind you
I made it about impossible
For you to escape
Another 'mergency visit to the hospital
I can't wait
Meet up with all you girls
In the streets
So I can leave all you cowards
leakin in your fkin seats
When we hit 'em up
Verse 6
Storm
If you a big bad muth*fka
Come step to this
I got points in the clip
And ???? for the click
Who wanna test this
To the 1 2 3
Bound to get they ass
Put under
Cause the Storm
Is bringin' nothin' but thunder
(thats riggght)
Who's the bomb nigg*
Quick to feel that ichy finger
Situation of my nine
Who's the bigger trigger
I approached a true G
You though I was easy
Now you beggin' on your knees
Pleasey