[Tupac]



So I f**ked your bi**h

You fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money}

West Side

Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}

You know who the realist is

ni**as we bring it to {Take Money}

(ha ha, that's alright)



First off, f**k your bi**h

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a playa

But, I f**ked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys

ni**as f**k for Life

Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak

Hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia

Some mark a*s bi**hes

We keep on coming

While we running for yah jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie

How i'll leave yah

Cut your young a*s up

See yah in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim,

Don't f**k with real a*s G's

Quick to snatch your ugly a*s, off the streets

So f**k peace

I'll let them ni**as know

It's on for Life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night (ha ha)

Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill

f**k with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, See



[Chorus]



Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh

Who shot me,

But, your punks didn't finish

Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

ni**a, I hit 'em up



Check this out

You mutha-f**kas know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

Y'all ni**as ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my little homies

Ride on yah

bi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes

{ahh yo, yo, hold the f**k up}



Get out the way yo

Get out the way yo

Biggie Smalls just got dropped

Little move pa*s the mac-acapo