[Intro: 2Pac]
I ain't got no motherf*ckin' friends
That's why I f*cked yo' b*tch, you fat motherf*cker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too
(Take money)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, f*ck yo' b*tch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, n*ggas f*cked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass b*tches
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 f*ck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so f*ck peace!
I'll let them n*ggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
f*ck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know
[Hook: 2Pac]
See, 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
n*gga, I hit 'em up!
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherf*ckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all n*ggas ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride
On you b*tch-made ass Bad Boy b*tches, feel it!
[Verse 2: Dax]
First off lemme tell you how I got this flow
Pac saw me in dream and told me this sh*t yo's
Game me da pen da pad wit da paper to match
And told me to shoot to kill when I aim at a track
I grabbed it, hesitation, greatest in the making 4, 5
How many times they told I wouldn't make it, faded, underrated 3rd spot slated, climbing to the top knock off whoever waiting
Hit em up, is how he told me to act
And if they mumble you rapping you should give em a smack
Tell em pac sent and see they react ain't gon' believe you when they see you but gon' know when you rap
I sent you, yes meant to, protect and defend you
From evil approaching they know you is meant to
Fly, let em laugh in yo face
Ain't gon' be funny when you taking they place
They the know the rules n*gga
Put out his hand then gave me keys
He said the game is yo b*tch make her get on her knees
And hit her up, I hit her up
Pac said hit em up
[Hook: 2Pac]
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
n*gga, We hit 'em up!
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you n*ggas 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
n*ggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherf*cker, you deserve to die
Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
All you n*ggas livin' bummy — why you f*ckin' 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 b*tch to let you sleep in the house?
[Outro: 2Pac]
Now you tell me who won
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 f*ck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires, killin' ain't fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah