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  • 作词 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
    作曲 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
    Ain't got no motherf****n' friends
    That's why I f****d yo' *****
    You fat **********a
    (Take money)
    West side
    Bad Boy killaz
    (Take money)
    You know the realest is, ******
    (take money)
    We bring it to you
    (Take money)
    (That's aiight hahaha)
    (Take money)

    **** your ***** and the clique you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a player
    But I f****d your wife
    We bust on Bad Boyz' ******
    F****d for life
    Plus, Puffy tryin to see me
    Weak hearts I rip
    Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
    Some mark ass b*****s
    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 your homie how I leave ya
    Cut your young ass up
    Leave you in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Lil' Kim
    Don't **** around with real Gs
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street
    So **** peace
    I let them ****** know it's on for life
    So let the West side ride tonight hahaa
    Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
    **** with me and get ya caps peeled
    You know
    See
    Grab your 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
    *****, I hit 'em up!
    Check this out, you mutha****az know what time it is?
    I don't even know why I'm on this track
    Y'all ****** ain't even on my level
    Imma let my little homies ride on you
    ***** made ass Bad Boy b*****s
    Deal with it!
    Get out the way, yo
    Get out the way, yo
    Biggie Smallz just got dropped
    Little Moo, pass the Mack
    And let me hit him in his back
    Frank White need to get spanked right
    For settin tracks
    Little accident murderer
    And I ain't never heard of ya
    Poisinous gats attack
    When I'm servin' ya
    Spank the shank
    Ya whole style when I dank
    Guard your rank
    Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement
    Puffy weaker that a f****n rocka wanna do, *****
    And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, *****
    With the ready power tuckin
    My Guess under my Eddie Bauer
    Your clout
    Pretty sour
    I get packages every hour
    I hit 'em up
    Grab your 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
    *****, I hit 'em up!
    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    It's penitentiary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you ****** gettin killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off'a me
    You in the clouds hoping
    Smokin' **** it's like a sherm high
    ****** think they learned to fly
    But they burned mutha****a
    You deserve to die
    Talkin 'bout you gettin money
    But it's funny to me
    All you ****** living bummy
    While you f****n' wit me
    I'm a self made millionaire
    Thug livin' out of prison
    Pistols in the air (haha)
    Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the ***** to let you sleep in the house (uh)
    Now it's all about Versaci
    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 AK
    I'm still the thug you love to hate
    **********a
    I hit em up
    I'm from N-E-W-Jerz
    Where plenty murders occur
    No points to calm
    We bringin' drama to all you herbs
    Knuckle check the scenario
    Lil' Cease, I bring you fake Gs to your knees
    Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
    Lil Kim, is you coked up, or ***** up?
    Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
    What the ****, is you stupid?
    I take money
    Crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click lootin'
    Shooting and polluting your block
    With 15 shot c**k glock to your knot
    Outlaw M.A.F.I.A. clique movin' up another notch
    And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
    All your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
    Youz a beat biter, a Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to ya face you aint s*it
    But a faker
    Softer than Alize with a chaser
    'Bout to get murdered for the paper
    Idi Amin approach the scene
    Write a caper like a loc
    With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
    Totin smoke, we aint no muthaf****n' joke
    Thug Life, ****** better be knowin'
    We approchin in the wide open, guns smokin'
    No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got across
    Soon as the funk was poppin off
    *****, I hit em up!
    Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..(hahaha)
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us
    How the **** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
    We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
    Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
    You little young ass **********az
    Don't one of you ****** got sickle cell or sumpin?
    You f****n' with me, *****, you **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
    You better back the **** up befo' you get smacked the **** up
    That's how we do it on our side
    Any you ****** from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it!
    But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma
    **** you and your m*********n mama
    We gonna kill all you **********az
    Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
    Then everybody had to open they mouth with a m*********n opinion
    Well this how we gonna do this... **** Mobb Deep!
    **** Biggie... **** Bad Boy as a staff record label
    And as a m*********n' crew!
    And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
    Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
    All you **********az
    **** you too!
    (Take money) 2x
    All of y'all **********az, **** you
    Die slow **********a
    My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
    You **********az can't be us or see us
    We're motherf****n thug life ridahz
    West side 'till we die!
    Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you **********az
    We do our job
    You think you mob, *****, WE the motherf****n' mob
    Ain't nuttin but killers and the real ******
    All you **********az feel us
    Our s*it's going triple and four-quadruple
    (Take money)
    You ****** blast as our staff got
    Guns at they **********az back
    You know how it is
    When we dropped records, they felt it
    You ****** can't feel it
    We the realest
    **** 'em, we Bad Boy killin'
    (We killin')
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
    [00:00.513] 作曲 : 2Pac/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Franne Golde/Bruce Washington/Malcolm Greenidge/Duane S. Hitchings/Yafeu Fula
    [00:01.27]Ain't got no motherf****n' friends
    [00:02.36]That's why I f****d yo' *****
    [00:03.27]You fat **********a
    [00:04.63](Take money)
    [00:04.99]West side
    [00:06.03]Bad Boy killaz
    [00:06.38](Take money)
    [00:07.54]You know the realest is, ******
    [00:08.46](take money)
    [00:09.68]We bring it to you
    [00:10.77](Take money)
    [00:12.10](That's aiight hahaha)
    [00:12.42](Take money)
    [00:12.76]
    [00:13.44]**** your ***** and the clique you claim
    [00:14.89]West side when we ride
    [00:16.46]Come equipped with game
    [00:17.53]You claim to be a player
    [00:18.85]But I f****d your wife
    [00:20.18]We bust on Bad Boyz' ******
    [00:21.41]F****d for life
    [00:22.73]Plus, Puffy tryin to see me
    [00:23.96]Weak hearts I rip
    [00:25.19]Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
    [00:26.93]Some mark ass b*****s
    [00:28.17]We keep on comin
    [00:29.04]While we runnin for ya jewels
    [00:30.35]Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools
    [00:31.99]You know the rules
    [00:33.10]Little Ceaser
    [00:34.25]Go ask your homie how I leave ya
    [00:35.40]Cut your young ass up
    [00:36.40]Leave you in pieces
    [00:37.31]Now be deceased
    [00:38.15]Lil' Kim
    [00:39.75]Don't **** around with real Gs
    [00:41.10]Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street
    [00:42.27]So **** peace
    [00:43.49]I let them ****** know it's on for life
    [00:45.01]So let the West side ride tonight hahaa
    [00:46.93]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
    [00:49.86]**** with me and get ya caps peeled
    [00:51.87]You know
    [00:52.35]See
    [00:53.10]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
    [00:55.16]Call the cops when you see Tupac (uh)
    [00:57.89]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
    [01:00.06]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    [01:02.41]*****, I hit 'em up!
    [01:03.71]Check this out, you mutha****az know what time it is?
    [01:05.87]I don't even know why I'm on this track
    [01:07.10]Y'all ****** ain't even on my level
    [01:08.61]Imma let my little homies ride on you
    [01:10.13]***** made ass Bad Boy b*****s
    [01:11.57]Deal with it!
    [01:13.22]Get out the way, yo
    [01:14.17]Get out the way, yo
    [01:15.81]Biggie Smallz just got dropped
    [01:16.95]Little Moo, pass the Mack
    [01:18.16]And let me hit him in his back
    [01:19.88]Frank White need to get spanked right
    [01:22.14]For settin tracks
    [01:23.38]Little accident murderer
    [01:24.49]And I ain't never heard of ya
    [01:25.67]Poisinous gats attack
    [01:27.02]When I'm servin' ya
    [01:28.28]Spank the shank
    [01:29.24]Ya whole style when I dank
    [01:30.44]Guard your rank
    [01:31.75]Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement
    [01:33.20]Puffy weaker that a f****n rocka wanna do, *****
    [01:35.06]And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, *****
    [01:37.95]With the ready power tuckin
    [01:39.64]My Guess under my Eddie Bauer
    [01:40.82]Your clout
    [01:41.93]Pretty sour
    [01:42.78]I get packages every hour
    [01:43.71]I hit 'em up
    [01:44.06]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac
    [01:45.82]Call the cops when you see Tupac (uh)
    [01:48.11]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
    [01:50.45]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    [01:52.76]*****, I hit 'em up!
    [01:53.76]Peep how we do it
    [01:54.80]Keep it real
    [01:55.30]It's penitentiary steel
    [01:56.13]This ain't no freestyle battle
    [01:57.74]All you ****** gettin killed
    [01:58.84]With your mouths open
    [02:00.11]Tryin' to come up off'a me
    [02:01.22]You in the clouds hoping
    [02:02.48]Smokin' **** it's like a sherm high
    [02:04.00]****** think they learned to fly
    [02:05.42]But they burned mutha****a
    [02:07.13]You deserve to die
    [02:08.23]Talkin 'bout you gettin money
    [02:09.65]But it's funny to me
    [02:10.66]All you ****** living bummy
    [02:12.09]While you f****n' wit me
    [02:13.30]I'm a self made millionaire
    [02:14.81]Thug livin' out of prison
    [02:16.64]Pistols in the air (haha)
    [02:17.78]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
    [02:19.63]And beg the ***** to let you sleep in the house (uh)
    [02:21.93]Now it's all about Versaci
    [02:25.11]You copied my style
    [02:26.14]Five shots couldn't drop me
    [02:27.67]I took it and smiled
    [02:28.61]Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK
    [02:30.92]I'm still the thug you love to hate
    [02:32.82]**********a
    [02:33.51]I hit em up
    [02:34.22]I'm from N-E-W-Jerz
    [02:35.22]Where plenty murders occur
    [02:36.27]No points to calm
    [02:37.48]We bringin' drama to all you herbs
    [02:38.70]Knuckle check the scenario
    [02:39.96]Lil' Cease, I bring you fake Gs to your knees
    [02:41.78]Coppin' please, the DJ narrow you
    [02:43.33]Lil Kim, is you coked up, or ***** up?
    [02:45.19]Get ya lil Junior Whopper clique smoked up
    [02:47.81]What the ****, is you stupid?
    [02:49.51]I take money
    [02:50.56]Crash and mash through Brooklyn
    [02:51.85]With my click lootin'
    [02:53.26]Shooting and polluting your block
    [02:54.28]With 15 shot c**k glock to your knot
    [02:56.05]Outlaw M.A.F.I.A. clique movin' up another notch
    [02:58.61]And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
    [03:01.27]All your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
    [03:04.01]Youz a beat biter, a Pac style taker
    [03:06.29]I'll tell you to ya face you aint s*it
    [03:08.99]But a faker
    [03:09.31]Softer than Alize with a chaser
    [03:10.95]'Bout to get murdered for the paper
    [03:12.59]Idi Amin approach the scene
    [03:13.98]Write a caper like a loc
    [03:15.58]With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold
    [03:17.30]Totin smoke, we aint no muthaf****n' joke
    [03:19.55]Thug Life, ****** better be knowin'
    [03:21.41]We approchin in the wide open, guns smokin'
    [03:23.58]No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got across
    [03:26.19]Soon as the funk was poppin off
    [03:28.43]*****, I hit em up!
    [03:31.03]Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..(hahaha)
    [03:33.37]They don't wanna see us
    [03:34.65]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us
    [03:38.48]How the **** they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?
    [03:41.67]We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
    [03:44.23]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?
    [03:47.38]You little young ass **********az
    [03:49.00]Don't one of you ****** got sickle cell or sumpin?
    [03:50.64]You f****n' with me, *****, you **** around have a seizure or a heart attack
    [03:52.83]You better back the **** up befo' you get smacked the **** up
    [03:56.44]That's how we do it on our side
    [03:57.92]Any you ****** from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it!
    [03:59.60]But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma
    [04:01.33]**** you and your m*********n mama
    [04:03.56]We gonna kill all you **********az
    [04:05.54]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
    [04:07.79]Then everybody had to open they mouth with a m*********n opinion
    [04:10.34]Well this how we gonna do this... **** Mobb Deep!
    [04:13.24]**** Biggie... **** Bad Boy as a staff record label
    [04:17.20]And as a m*********n' crew!
    [04:18.59]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
    [04:20.23]Then **** you, too! Chino XL, **** you too!
    [04:23.88]All you **********az
    [04:25.09]**** you too!
    [04:26.45](Take money) 2x
    [04:29.06]All of y'all **********az, **** you
    [04:31.18]Die slow **********a
    [04:32.23]My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
    [04:34.57]You **********az can't be us or see us
    [04:36.50]We're motherf****n thug life ridahz
    [04:38.92]West side 'till we die!
    [04:40.31]Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you **********az
    [04:43.04]We do our job
    [04:45.18]You think you mob, *****, WE the motherf****n' mob
    [04:48.06]Ain't nuttin but killers and the real ******
    [04:49.63]All you **********az feel us
    [04:50.76]Our s*it's going triple and four-quadruple
    [04:52.63](Take money)
    [04:55.91]You ****** blast as our staff got
    [04:57.56]Guns at they **********az back
    [04:58.82]You know how it is
    [05:00.29]When we dropped records, they felt it
    [05:01.50]You ****** can't feel it
    [05:02.75]We the realest
    [05:03.80]**** 'em, we Bad Boy killin'
    [05:05.17](We killin')