Lyrics:

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all(That's right bitch, Fuck
em' all)Fuck all you muthafuckersAy Yo Biggie Put your hands upNow I can make it happenMy rappin' is similar to muthafuck
ersWhen they scrappin'Blast and watch em' back upNotorious biggie killerAffiliation with death rowNiggaz get their caps pe
aled backFool this the west coastFuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like feloniesMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin'
theseIntoxicated we duplicated but never fadedNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'Got a Mercedes for these t
ricksThat thought I quitThen got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dickGo to a club in a packI'm smokin' bud in
the backI wait for niggaz to tripCause bitch I love to scrapNow mama raised me as a thug niggaWith love niggazI'm a milli
onaire started as a drug dealerI went from rocks to zinesWriting raps and moviesI went from trustin'' these tricks now they
all want to sue meSo Fuck em' all(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a
middle finger affair, yeah(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peakEve
n the baddest be gettin murdered in they seatsI'm addicted to these streetslike crack is to these creepsSeein' visions of a
prisonwake up screamin' in my sleepIs there a heaven in this hella possibility of livin' wellBut if they killin' meI get m
y stripes and whose to tellChoosing to sellIc