[00:00.30]I ain't got no mother****ing friends
[00:01.86]That's why I ****ed yo' bitch
[00:03.00]you fat mother****er
[00:03.63]take money WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE
[00:04.05]Bad Boy killers
[00:07.35]take money You know
[00:07.74]the realest is niggaz
[00:08.16]take money
[00:08.64]First off **** your bitch
[00:10.20]and the click you claim
[00:11.31]WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride
[00:12.60]come equipped with game
[00:13.83]You claim to be a player
[00:15.18]but I ****ed your wife
[00:16.38]We bust on Bad Boy niggaz
[00:18.03]****ed for life
[00:18.93]Plus Puffy tryin ta see me
[00:20.19]weak hearts I rip
[00:21.48]Biggie Smallz and Junior
[00:22.47]M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
[00:24.36]We keep on comin' while
[00:25.41]we runnin for ya jewels
[00:26.49]steady gunnin keep on bustin
[00:27.81]at the fools you know the rules
[00:29.40]Little Ceaser go ask ya
[00:30.63]homie how I leave ya
[00:31.53]cut your young ass up
[00:32.64]leave you in pieces
[00:33.54]now be deceased
[00:34.50]Lil Kim don't ****
[00:35.55]around with real G's
[00:36.60]Quick to snatch yo' ugly
[00:37.59]ass off tha street so **** peace
[00:39.63]I let them niggas
[00:40.38]know it's on for life
[00:41.55]So let the West side
[00:42.57]ride tonight haha
[00:43.32]Bad Boy murdered on wax
[00:46.11]and killed
[00:46.86]**** wit' me and get
[00:47.49]ya caps peeled you know see
[00:49.68]Grab ya glocks
[00:50.49]when you see Tupac
[00:52.23]Call the cops
[00:53.04]when you see Tupac uh
[00:54.84]Who shot me
[00:55.53]but ya punks didn't finish
[00:56.79]Now ya bout to feel
[00:57.60]the wrath of a menace
[00:58.71]Nigga we hit em' up
[01:02.64]Yes yo Outlaw to this mother****er
[01:04.86]take money
[01:07.17]take money
[01:10.74]take money
[01:11.73]Get out the way yo
[01:12.15]Biggie Smalls just got shot
[01:13.68]Little Moo pass the mac
[01:15.54]and let me hit him in his back
[01:16.98]Frank White need to get
[01:18.06]spanked right for settin' traps
[01:19.56]Little accident murderers
[01:20.94]and I ain't never heard-a ya
[01:22.17]Poisinous gats attack
[01:23.61]when I'm servin' ya
[01:24.78]Spank ya shank ya whole
[01:26.01]style when I gank
[01:27.12]Guard your rank
[01:27.90]'cause I'ma slam
[01:28.56]your ass in the paint
[01:29.58]Puffy weaker than the ****ing
[01:30.54]block I'm runnin through nigga
[01:32.04]And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[01:33.51]in front of you nigga
[01:34.38]With the ready power
[01:35.34]tuckin' my Guess under
[01:36.33]my Eddie Bauer
[01:37.08]Ya clout petty sour
[01:38.28]I get packages every
[01:39.42]hour to hit 'em up
[01:40.17]Oh
[01:40.20]Grab ya glocks when you see Tupac
[01:42.60]Call the cops
[01:43.44]when you see Tupac uhh
[01:45.30]Who shot me
[01:45.96]but ya punks didn't finish
[01:47.19]Now ya bout to feel
[01:48.03]the wrath of a menace
[01:49.23]nigga I hit em' up
[01:50.25]Peep how we do it
[01:50.94]keep it real it's penitentiary steel
[01:52.71]This ain't no freestyle battle
[01:54.18]All you niggaz gettin
[01:55.08]killed with ya mouths open
[01:56.61]Tryin' to come up offa me
[01:57.75]you in the clouds hopin'
[01:58.95]Smoking shit it's like a
[02:00.06]sherm high niggaz think
[02:01.20]they learned to fly
[02:02.31]But they burn mother****er
[02:03.57]you deserve to die
[02:04.80]Talkin' bout you gettin'
[02:05.79]money but it's funny to me
[02:07.35]All you niggaz livin' bummy
[02:08.61]why you ****ing with me
[02:09.93]I'm a self made millionaire
[02:11.73]Thug livin' out a prison
[02:13.02]pistols in the air
[02:14.76]Biggie remember
[02:15.51]when I used to let you
[02:16.44]sleep on the couch
[02:17.37]And beg a bitch to let
[02:18.24]you sleep in the house
[02:19.92]Now it's all about Versace
[02:21.33]you copied my style
[02:22.47]Five shots couldn't drop me
[02:23.94]I took it and smiled
[02:24.93]Now I'm bout to set
[02:25.80]the record straight
[02:26.61]With my A.K. I'm still
[02:27.72]the thug that you love to hate
[02:29.13]Mother****er I hit 'em up
[02:30.24]I'm from N-E-W Jers'
[02:31.59]Where plenty of murders occurs
[02:32.82]No points or commas
[02:33.69]we bring drama to all you herbs
[02:35.25]Now go check the scenario
[02:36.60]Little Ceas' I'll bring
[02:37.59]you fake G's to your knees
[02:38.91]Copping pleas in de Janeiro
[02:40.53]Little Kim is you coked
[02:41.55]up or doped up
[02:42.39]Get your little Junior Whopper
[02:43.71]click smoked up
[02:45.12]What the **** is you stupid
[02:46.11]I take money crash
[02:47.22]and mash through Brooklyn
[02:48.36]With my click looting
[02:49.32]shooting and polluting your block
[02:50.70]With a 15-shot ****ed
[02:51.93]Glock to your knot
[02:52.80]Outlaw MAFIA clique moving
[02:54.45]up another notch
[02:55.38]And your pop stars popped
[02:56.52]and get mopped and dropped
[02:57.51]And all your fake ass
[02:58.53]East coast props
[02:59.31]Brainstormed and locked
[03:00.30]You's a beat biter
[03:01.74]A Pac style taker
[03:03.06]I'll tell you to your
[03:03.78]face you ain't shit but a faker
[03:05.61]Softer than Alize with a chaser
[03:07.56]About to get murdered
[03:08.34]for the paper
[03:09.00]E.d.i Amin approach
[03:09.96]the scene of the caper
[03:11.25]Like a loc with Little
[03:12.63]Ceas' in a choke
[03:13.62]Gun totin' smoke
[03:15.18]We ain't no mother****ing joke
[03:16.95]nigga better be known
[03:17.79]We approaching in the wide open
[03:19.50]gun smoking
[03:20.25]No need for hoping
[03:21.18]it's a battle lost
[03:22.23]I got em crossed as soon
[03:23.37]as the funk is bopping off
[03:24.99]Nigga I hit em up
[03:29.70]take money
[03:35.61]take money
[03:45.36]take money
[03:46.83]take money
[03:47.46]take money
[03:48.57]take money
[03:49.23]take money
[03:56.79]take money

I ain't got no mother****ing friends
That's why I ****ed yo' bitch
you fat mother****er
take money WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE
Bad Boy killers
take money You know
the realest is niggaz
take money
First off **** your bitch
and the click you claim
WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride
come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
but I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz
****ed for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me
weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior
M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while
we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin keep on bustin
at the fools you know the rules
Little Ceaser go ask ya
homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up
leave you in pieces
now be deceased
Lil Kim don't ****
around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly
ass off tha street so **** peace
I let them niggas
know it's on for life
So let the West side
ride tonight haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax
and killed
**** wit' me and get
ya caps peeled you know see
Grab ya glocks
when you see Tupac
Call the cops
when you see Tupac uh
Who shot me
but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel
the wrath of a menace
Nigga we hit em' up
Yes yo Outlaw to this mother****er
take money
take money
take money
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Little Moo pass the mac
and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get
spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderers
and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack
when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole
style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'ma slam
your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the ****ing
block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A.
in front of you nigga
With the ready power
tuckin' my Guess under
my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour
I get packages every
hour to hit 'em up
Oh
Grab ya glocks when you see Tupac
Call the cops
when you see Tupac uhh
Who shot me
but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel
the wrath of a menace
nigga I hit em' up
Peep how we do it
keep it real it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me
you in the clouds hopin'
Smoking shit it's like a
sherm high niggaz think
they learned to fly
But they burn mother****er
you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin'
money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy
why you ****ing with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison
pistols in the air
Biggie remember
when I used to let you
sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let
you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set
the record straight
With my A.K. I'm still
the thug that you love to hate
Mother****er I hit 'em up
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas
we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring
you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you coked
up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper
click smoked up
What the **** is you stupid
I take money crash
and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting
shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot ****ed
Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving
up another notch
And your pop stars popped
and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass
East coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your
face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered
for the paper
E.d.i Amin approach
the scene of the caper
Like a loc with Little
Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke
We ain't no mother****ing joke
nigga better be known
We approaching in the wide open
gun smoking
No need for hoping
it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon
as the funk is bopping off
Nigga I hit em up
take money
take money
take money
take money
take money
take money
take money
take money