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That's why I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ yo' ♥♥♥♥♥, you fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
West Side, Bad Boy killas
You know who the realest is
We bring it too
First off, ♥♥♥♥ yo' ♥♥♥♥♥ and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll 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 the streets, so ♥♥♥♥ peace!
I'll let them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
♥♥♥♥ with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
♥♥♥♥♥, I hit 'em up!
Check this out, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride
On you ♥♥♥♥♥-made ass Bad Boy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, feel it!
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo', pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥' block I'm runnin' through, ♥♥♥♥♥
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, ♥♥♥♥♥
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
♥♥♥♥♥, I hit 'em up!
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ gettin' killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high
♥♥♥♥♥♥ think they learned to fly
But they burn, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, you deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
All you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ livin' bummy — why you ♥♥♥♥♥♥' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a ♥♥♥♥♥ 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 back to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, I hit 'em up!
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you ♥♥♥♥♥ 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 lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
I'll tell you to your face you ain't ♥♥♥♥ but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' joke
Thug Life, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
♥♥♥♥♥, I hit 'em up!
I see them, they run, ha ha
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us
How the ♥♥♥♥ they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires, killin' ain't fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna ♥♥♥♥ with us?
You little young-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Don't one of you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥' with me, ♥♥♥♥♥
You ♥♥♥♥ around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the ♥♥♥♥ up
Before you get smacked the ♥♥♥♥ up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
♥♥♥♥ you and yo' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' mama!
We gon' kill all you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: ♥♥♥♥ Mobb Deep! ♥♥♥♥ Biggie!
♥♥♥♥ Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' crew!
Chino XL, ♥♥♥♥ you too!
All you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ you, die slow!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
You ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't be us or see us
We ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' Thug Life ridas, Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, ♥♥♥♥♥, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! We do our job!
You think you mob? ♥♥♥♥♥, we the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' mob!
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real ♥♥♥♥♥♥, all you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ feel us
Our ♥♥♥♥ goes triple and 4-quadruple
You ♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh 'cause our staff got guns under their ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You ♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't feel it, we the realest
♥♥♥♥ 'em, we Bad Boy killas!
All my down hoes still tricking with me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never love no ho