I’m a Beast Hit ’Em Up lyrics

[Intro]
Alright
First Biggie died, Pac died
You know what I'm sayin', everything was cool, laid back
Now we got this f*ckboy Flex!
So we gon' do it like this:

[Verse 1]
Put 'em up on the scoop
It's Mr. Bossalini the rider
Got a Desert Eagle with slugs gotta go deep up inside ya
First off, f*ck boyflex and his fake-ass name
Talkin' dead on my dead homie to gain his own fame
f*ck f*ckboy Flex I'm the Flex Capacitor
And the next n*gga that flex be the next to massacre
Incapacitate a motherf*cker, leave him broke down and bleeding
For talkin' sh*t about a real n*gga that's no longer breathin'
Old coward-ass lame-ass game-less n*gga
I'mma peace to the nine til they can't tame me n*gga!
It's two real-ass n*ggas dead over that type of sh*t
That you tryna get started, f*ck n*gga
You look retarded on YouTube cryin'
sh*t, I wish I was there to slap you
Right when the first tear dropped I woulda napped you
Night-night n*gga (blaw!)
You [?] box
Shot yourself in the foot
When you f*cked around with the Mob
It's still West Side, n*gga, but I still love the East
But these b*tch-ass n*ggas like you that bring out the beast
Beast, n*gga
[Outro]
I'm a mothaf*ckin' beast, you know what, man, I ain't gon' even ride on yo' mothaf*ckin' ass no more man you ain't gon' bite that sh*t (blaow! Blaow!), You know what, we gon' do the f*ckboy Flex Challenge, so all you mothaf*ckas who don't like this n*gga, what this b*tch-ass n*gga talkin' 'bout, man, let's see you get down, and spit some mothaf*ckin' gangsta sh*t, this the f*ckboy Flex Challenge, man, ay-ay-ay n*gga, f*ck that n*gga! Blap-blap-blaow!