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(Sucka-ass)
I ain't got no mothafucking friends
What y'all niggas talking about?
Hell yeah I'ma do this mothafucking track
And they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old bitch-made niggas

'Cause uh, niggas talk plenty shit, so many tricks
I fucked your bitch 'cause I'm true to this, witness the hit
You talk bad 'bout a nigga when I got blasted
Hope you made a little money while the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa nigga, how you figure?
'Cause to me you'll always be a phony fat nigga
I can't be copied even wearing Versace, nigga you run or ruck
Scared as fuck, if the guns would bust
Now niggas talk I got a list of player haters and fakes
You bitch niggas getting blown away
You cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy
I got your ass in my sight, niggas dying tonight
We screaming: West Side for life
And I can't wait to see you niggas in traffic 'cause we gonna get 'em up
When you see me, you better bust
'Cause I'ma hit 'em up

Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga we hit 'em up

It's hard to explain, this wasn't my thang when I was younger
Before my shit, I swear to God, I'll leave you stiff just to make a come up
Niggas run up, 'cause more murder for the money
Got caught up tryna make a harder record, should've been on check [?]
'Cause I bet you and it's for life
You never gon' see a nigga like me wanting a battle up on TV
I'd rather release some of these
And put a slug to you busta-ass niggas that continue to squeeze
I got some niggas back in Jersey that rather be jacking cars
And robbing bitch niggas like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back to the West Side
Them niggas sure gonna be riders and plus we Thug Life niggas, so call us multiply
Finger on the trigger, bitches stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em and they might be the first that we gon' bust on
Just label me a Bad Boy Killer
Do Mobb Deep bitches gonna feel us when we turn into killers?
Hit 'em up

Now this is me, BK all day, ain't no Bloodin', ain't no Crippin'
Strictly Bad Boy killer, shoot that ass like a squealer
Now let this motherfucka top down, I'm finna drop rounds
Letting these sounds, pop and then I hop up
Seeing them shatter, shooting my shit to work a lease go
What's up to the riders in a LA Long Beach on up to the East O
Shooting at you, C-Lo, circle, this is yo virtue
The beef with the rest of my town is meant to turn you purple
Wanna take no fame for being enemies to the game
Who'll get that ass tamed, simple and plain, y'all know the name
Drama, riders, through the whole line up
Niggas get tired of dumpin' with they gat four
Then we mobbin' through they hood slow
No need for running 'cause we's don't give a fuck
Besides beforehand, we gots to hit they ass on up

Get out the way, yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle storming, nigga laced your fat ass in California
I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner
Puffy weaker than fucking block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you nigga
With the ready power, tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour, I push packages every hour
My sons past Moon slapping nickels on glass 40s
So hand me the cash, you made on the ave
But that’s yo' ass shorty
I got a team of simple bout-able souls
Move my ears like Yoda, quick as a cobra and never sober

I'm on a twelve o' clock
Cruise to Brooklyn
And I'm lookin'
For the thirl in your barrel
Ready to get his life tookin'
So where your killers at
You fake trick
EDI will leave your coward ass
Stripped
And a full clip
In your stomach
You been all year nigga
Runnin'
Poppin' every coward
And every nigga behind you
I made it about impossible
For you niggas to escape
Another murder
Or visit to the hospital
I can't wait
Meet up with all you bitches
In the streets
So I can leave all you cowards
Covered in white sheets
When we hit 'em up

If you a big bad muthafucker
Come step to this
I got your life in the hit
And one hidden in the clip
Who wanna test this
To the 1 2 3
Bound to get they ass
Put under
Cause the Storm
Is bringin' nothin' but thunder
Who's the bomb nigga
Quick to feel that
Kill that sorry nigga
Situation
Naw
Naw
Who's the bigger trigger
I approached the two g's
You though I was easy
Now you beggin' on your knees
Pleasey

Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich
Outlaw Immortal will never switch
Police informa, di bwoy dem a snitch
Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch
New York uno better respect 2Pac
An di yute Big, dem proud to be black
Jealousy some of them act like idiat
Hangin’ pondi corner an smoke nuff crack
2Pac a di artical an dats a fact
So seh dis an so seh dat
New York uno better respect 2Pac
If uno diss, you will gonna get a gunshot
Outlaw Immortal will come an attack
Radical posse, as we have thug life back
Jamaican posse, yes, we love 2Pac
Warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack
New York uno better respect 2Pac
An di yute big, dem proud to be black
Jealousy some of them act idiat
Hangin’ pondi corner some of dem smoke crack
2Pac a di artical an dats a fact
So seh dis an so seh dat
Respect to my bredren 2Pac