Hit 'em up

ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass) That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money) You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money) That's aight (Take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitchesWe keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace