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(feat. Outlawz) [Intro: 2Pac] I ain't got no friends Yeah, I'm a do this track Westside! MOB, Bad Boy Killa! Hahahaha, hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricks We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for ya' jewels Steady rushin' while we bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave ya Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't conversate with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, you knew we... I'll let them suckers know it's on for life Don't let the westside ride tonight (hahaha) Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killed Mess with me and get your caps peeled SongtexteYou know, See [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac, Uhh Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Sucker, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp You know how we do it All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin' All the rest of you bustas die slow! [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal You know Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu' pass the mac and let me hit 'em in his back Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya Poise less gats attack when I'm servin' ya Shanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the ready power, tucked in my guess under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour We hit 'em up [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta, I hit 'em up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin' killed with your Mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin', smokin' dope It's like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you suckers livin' bummy while you messin' with me I'm a self made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the trick that I 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 A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Little busta I'll Hit 'Em Up [Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi] I'm from N-E-W Jerz where plenty of murder occurs No points, no commas we bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring my enemies to they knees Coppin' pleas a Degenario Big Mama is ya coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up Please tell me is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass east coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper EDI Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin' smoke Outlawz we ain't no joke, Thug Life cowards better be known Be 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 HAHA, I hit 'em up [Outro: 2Pac] Empty clips, set trip You know what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there Keep it comin'! Westsiiide! You know what time it is All my real homeboyz in Jerzey, get up! Outlaw! Thug Life! to die Westside, Outlaw Aus Songtexte Mania