VERSE 1 TUPAC: First off fuck your bitch and the clique you claim, westside, when we ride come equiped with game, you claim to be a playa but i fucked your wife, we bust on badboys, niggaz fuck for life, plus puffy tryin to see me, weak hearts i rip, biggie smalls and junior mafia some mark ass bitches, we keep on comin when we runnin for your jewels, steady gunnin keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules, lil' ceaser go ask your homie how i leave ya, cut your young ass up, seein you in pieces, now be deceased, lil' kim dont fuck around with real g's, quick to snatch your ugly ass of the street, so fuck peace, i let them niggaz know its on for life, dont let the westside ride tonight, badboy murdered on wax and killed, fuck around with me and get your cats peeled
CHORUS: Grab your glocks when you see tupac, call the cops when you see tupac, who shot me but you punks didnt finish, now you about to feel the wrath of a meanace, nigga i hit 'em up
SPOKEN TUPAC: Check this out, you muthafuckaz know what time it is, i dont even know why im on this track, y'all niggaz aint even on my level, imma let my homies ride on you bitch made ass badboy bitches feel it
VERSE 2 OUTLAWS: Get out the way yo, get out the way yo, biggie smalls just got dropped, lil moe pass the mac and lemme hit him in his back, frank white needs to get spanked right for settin traps, lil acciedent murderer, i aint never heard of ya, noiseless gats attack when im servin ya, spank the shank your whole style when i gank, guard your rank cuz imma slam your ass in the pank, puffy weaker than the fuckin block i'm runnin through nigga, and i'll smoke a junior mafia in front of you nigga, with my ready power, tuckin my gats under my eddie bawer, your clout petty sour, i put packages every hour, now hit 'em up
CHORUS
VERSE 3 TUPAC: Peep how we do it, keep it real, its penetantary still, this aint no freestyle battle all you niggaz gettin killed with your mouths open, tryin to come offa me you in the clouds hopin, smokin dope, its like a sherm high, niggaz think they learned to fly but they burn muthafucka, you deserve to die, talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me, all you niggaz livin bummy while you fuckin with me, imma self made millionaire, thug livin outta prision, pistols in the air, biggie remember when i used to let you sleep on the couch?, and beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house, now it all about versache, you copy my style, five shots couldnt drop me, i took it and smile, now i'm about to set the record straight, with my A-K i'm still the thug that you love to hate, muthafucka i hit 'em up
OUTLAWZ: I'm from n-e-w jerz, where pleny murders occurs, no points of calmer, we bringin drama to all you hers, double check the scenario, lil' cease, i bring fake g's to your knees, coppin please of (??), lil' kim is you coked up or doped up, i get you lil jr whopper clique smoked up, what the fuck is you stupid?, i take money, crashed and mashed, through brooklyn with my clique, lootin shootin and pollutin your block, with fifteen shots, glock cocked til your knocked, outlaw, mafia clique movin up another noch, and your pac stop spots, get mobbed and dropped, and all you fake east coast props brainstormed and locked
ANOTHER OUTLAW: Yous a beat biter, a pac style taker, i'll tell it to your face you aint shit but a faker, softer than alazaye with a chaser, bout to get murdered for the paper, know what i mean?, approach the scence, without a caper, like a loc, got lil ceaser in a choke hold, toke smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke, thug life niggaz better be known, we approchin, in a wide open, gun smokin, no need for hopin, its a battle lost, i got 'em crossed, as soon as the funk is popped, nigga i hit 'em up
SPOKEN TUPAC: Now tell me who won?, i see them they run, they dont wanna see us, whole jr mafia clique dressin up tryin to be us, how the fuck are they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?, we millionaires, killin aint fair but somebody gotta do it, oh yeah mobb deep you wanna fuck with us?, you lil young ass muthafuckas, dont one of you got sickle cell or somethin? you fuck around with me, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack, you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up, this is how we do it on our side, any of you niggaz from new york that wanna bring it, bring it, we bringin drama, fuck you and your muthafuckin momma, we gonna kill all you muthafuckaz, now when i came out i told you it was just about biggie, til everyone had to open they mouth with a muthafuckin opinion, well this is how we gonna do this, fuck mobb deep, fuck biggie, fuck badboy as a staff record label and as a muthafuckin crew, chino xl fuck you too, all you muthafuckaz fuck you too, all you muthafuckaz fuck you die slow muthafucka, my fo-fo'll make sure all yo' kids dont grow, you muthafuckaz cant be us or see us, we fuckin thug life ryders, westside til we die, out here in california, nigga we warn you we'll bomb on you muthafuckaz, we do our job, you think you the mob nigga we the muthafuckin mob, aint nothin but killaz in real niggaz, all you muthafuckaz feel us, our shits goes triple and four quadruple, you niggaz laugh cuz our staff got guns in the muthafuckin belts, you know how it is when we drop records they felt, you niggaz cant feel it, we the realest, fuck 'em, we badboy killaz