[2Pac] I ain't got no muthafuckin' friends What y'all niggas talkin' about Hell yeah I'm a do this muthafuckin' track (Right) And they know exactly Who I'm talkin' about too You old bitch made niggas Verse 1 [2Pac] Cause Uh Niggas talk plenty shit So many tricks I fucked your bitch Cause I'm true to this Witness the hit You talk bad about a nigga When I got blasted Hope you made a little money While the funk lasted Heard they call you Big Poppa Nigga how you figure Cause to me You'll always be a phoney fat nigga I can't be copy these And wearin' Versachi Nigga you run or buck Scared as fuck If the guns would bust Now niggas talk I got a list Of player haters the fakes You bitch niggas Gettin' blown away You cross-eyed Down syndrome Crack baby So you and Puffy are tough Now that's crazy I got your ass in my sight Niggas dyin' tonight We screamin' West Side for life And I can't wait To see you niggas 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 Nigga we hit 'em up Verse 2 [Napolean] It's hard to explain This wasn't my thang When I was younger Before my shit I swear to God I'll make you stick Just to make a come up Niggas 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 nigga like me Wantin' a battle up on T.V. I'd rather release Some of these And put a slug To you buster ass niggas That continue to squeeze I got some niggas Back in Jersey That would rather be jackin' cars And robbin' bitch niggas Like y'all for emergency Let's take it back To the West Side Them niggas Sure gonna be ridahs And plus we Thug Life niggas So call us multiply Finger on the trigger Bitches 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 bitches 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 ass like a squealer Now let this muthafucka Top down I'm fittin' to drop rounds Lettin' these sounds Pop and then I'm hot bound Seein' them shatter Shootin' my shit 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 shit don't hurt you Made to turn you purple Wanna take a plane But we enemies To the game Well get that ass tamed Simple and plain Y'all know the name Drama Ridahs Through the whole night Niggas get taught Then we bobbin' through They hits slow No need for runnin' Cause we don't give a fuck 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' Nigga don't need your fat ass In California I catch you On any East Coast corner And your ass is a goner Puffy hit the fuckin' block I'll run at you nigga And I'll smoke the Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga With the ready power Ducked in my guess Under my Eddie Bower You clothes petty sour I push bomb packages Every hour My sons past When slappin' nickels On glass forties So hurry the cash You made on that F Without your ass 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 ass Stripped And a full clip In your stomach You been all year nigga Runnin' Poppin' every coward And every nigga behind you I made it about impossible For you niggas to escape Another murder Or visit to the hospital I can't wait Meet up with all you bitches In the streets So I can leave all you cowards Covered in white sheets When we hit 'em up Verse 6 [Storm] If you a big bad muthafucka Come step to this I got your life in the hit And one hidden in the clip Who wanna test this To the 1 2 3 Bound to get they ass Put under Cause the Storm Is bringin' nothin' but thunder Who's the bomb nigga Quick to feel that Kill that sorry nigga Situation Naw Naw Who's the bigger trigger I approached the two g's You though I was easy Now you beggin' on your knees Pleasey
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