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