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 If you a bad boy
 
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 If you a bad boy then you die
 Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
 They fucked up when the rob me
 Put another contract on Mobb Deep
 
 [Hussein Fatal]
 I focus my locus thought on my enemies
 Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
 I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
 Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy
 And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist
 Rapid fire I clap and hire till you die a liar
 Strap in back to the corners droppin on to spin the tires
 My man define ya 357 anaconda
 This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama
 Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy
 Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
 And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh
 You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
 Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
 
 [Tupac]
 Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out
 Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house
 Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
 Bring chaos causin damage on our quest for cabbage
 They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
 Most wanted by the population murdered you for it
 Exploit your weakness revenge flow deep without release
 Criminal orders across the waters bringin the war to the streets
 Why fear me, fear the shit I speak
 Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street
 like the sound of police who run the street really
 And every hood let you grow 
 from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O'
 And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
 My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
 His last breath,  a lesson I posses like jewels
 Stay thugged out keep it movin'
 
 [Yaki Khadafi]
 Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets
 Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets
 You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it
 Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket
 Getting mine with nine coked  extorting
 Block shots with 22's with my socks with the butt hangin out the chalk
 You never seen time I travel across the mean crime
 My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
 With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin
 Catch my body like haitian 5 minutes from the station
 
 [Young Noble]
 Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence
 The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present
 At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed
 After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed
 All the money was bloody as shit, y'all niggas shoulda seen it
 Bust a cap and freak with, bow down on your knees shit
 The glock to your head nigga, don't let inside action
 Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards
 Little homies puttin work for stripes
 But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
 I wish somebody would have t old me then
 Since I'm an outlaw like Napolean ain't no cell they can hold me in
 Caucassian crazy like Arabians
 Hold this spot like some niggas fade me in having the scene chase me
 When they want the product nigga I got the smoke
 Got the weed and the coke what you need what you want
 What you working with I'm some immortal shit
 Outlawz we straight hurtin shit use artillery to murder with
 Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
 Lifes hard from the ox me and my niggas on top
 
 [2Pac: repeat 5X]
 I know the law hate me dearly, comin for me
 We outlaws, thugged out, niggas runnin on E
 
 [Nuttso]
 With the leaded Pac, fuck the law
 Carry steal cause I live in the nigga side of the law
 Ridin' foes cause I can't let hoes catch me slippin
 Quick to blow and dispose if you block on hittin
 Ridin high, blazing, kryptonite  got a nigga dazing
 Burpin and smurkin got on his knees before I grave em
 Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
 At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick
 Slide over so I can dip and put it in him
 Damn, I guess this motherfucker know that I sent it
 Hit the pedal now we high speeding
 With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing
 Up the way I seen him slow down
 Shit!!  I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down
 Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me
 They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see
 
 [2Pac]
 Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em
 Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em
 Fuck em they phony claimin they homies but the foes
 Speakin on thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes
 Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation
 Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation
 Crooked thoughts cops get bought no longer caught
 Did you cry when my girl died
 Put out the hit politc niggas worldwide grabbin my dick
 I'll never learn take away the pain with sherm
 Throwin gas on my enemies watchin them burn
 Call my posse, I'm shootin up the casket take the body
 Whip the corpse like a piata and party
 His last breath a straight lesson I posses like jewels
 Stay thugged out keep it movin
 
 [Chorus till fade]
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