Hit'em Up "I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends" 2Pac- Thats why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat mutha fucka "take money" westside, bad boy killaz, you know who tha realist is niggaz, we bring it to you first off, fuck ya bitch and the click you claim westside, when we ride, comin' quick with game you claim to be a playa, but I fucked your wife we bust on bad boys, my niggaz fuck for life plus, puffy tryin to see me, creep, hearts I rip biggie smalls and junior mafias some mark-ass bitches we keep on comin' while we runnin for ya crew steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules little ceas', go ask ya homie how I leave ya, cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased little kim, don't fuck around with real g's, we quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know its on for life, now let the westside ride tonight Bad boy murdered on wax, and killed Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peelt, you know, peace (Chorus) Grab Ya Glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish, Now ya' bout' to feel the wrath of a menace NIGGA, I hit em' up... *talking* "Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is...I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level, Ah'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches- FEEL ME!!!" Outlaw Immortalz- Get Out The Way Ya'll, Get Out The Way Ya'll, Biggie Smalls Just Got Dropped Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit em' in the back Frank White need to get Spanked right, for settin' tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya quick to spank ya whole style when I gank, god you aint, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin' my guess under my eddie baur ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour (Chorus) 2 Pac- You probably do it, keep it real, penetentary steel, this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin' killed - with ya mouths open tryin' to come up offa me, you in the coulds tockin smokin dope just like a shermid niggaz think they learned to fly but you burned muthafucka, you deserve to die talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me all you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made millionaire thug livin', out a prison, pistols in the air "huh, huh" biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house "huh" now its all about versace, you copied my style 5 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 you love to hate nigga, I hit em up Outlaw Immortalz- I'm from N-E-W jerz. where plenty of murders occur no points to come We bringin' drama to all you herbs so, check the scenario lil' Cease, I bring you fake g'z to they kneez coppin' please double check the scenario lil' Kim, is you coped up, or doped up? ya whole junior mafia click must be smoked up what the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin' and palutin' ya block with 15 shots "clock, clock" to ya knot outlaw mafia click moved up another knotch in your box top spot Get moped and dropped all your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Outlaw Immortalz- Youse a - beat biter, a pac style taker, I'll tell you to ya face, you aint shit but a faker Sippin' the alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper eddie, I mean approach the scene of the caper like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold totin' smoke we aint no muthafuckin joke thug life, niggaz betta be knowin' we approchin in the wide open guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across soon as the funk be poppin' off nigga I hit em up 2Pac- *talking* Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us, the whole Junior Mafia click, dressin up tryin' to beat us How the fuck they gonna beat a mob When we always on our job We millioniares killing ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep you wanna fuck with us ya youg ass mutha fuckas don't one a ya'll niggas got sickle cell or somthin? fuck around wit' me, and have a seisure, or some shit you better to back the fuck up, before you get smacked the fuck up this is how we do it on our side Any-a you niggas from new york, if you wanna bring it, bring it but we aint singin, we bringin drama fuck you and your muthafuckin' mamma we gon' kill all your mutha fuckas at first I came out, sayin' it was all about biggie but everybody had to open they mouth with a fuckin' opinion well, this is how we gon' do it; Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, a record label and as a muthafuckin crew and if you wanna be down with bad boy, then fuck you, too Chino XL, fuck you too all you mutha fuckas, fuck you too all ya'll mutha fuckas, fuck you, die slow, muthafuckas... my 44 make sure all yo' kids don't grow you muthafuckas can't be us, or see us we muthafuckin thug life ridaz - westside `till we die... out here in california, if we warn you, we'll bomb on you mutha fuckaz we do our job - you think you the mob, we the muthafuckin mob ain't nuthin bust killas and fa real niggaz, all ya'll mutha fuckaz feel us our shits gon' triple in 4 quadruple you niggas laugh, but out staff got guns in they fuckin' belts you know how it is, when we drop records, they felt Yall niggaz can't feel it, Yeah!!! We Bad Boy killin we killin we killin we killin