Lyrics:

[tupac]

so I Fked Your Bih
you Fat Mutha-Fka {take Money}
west Side
bad Boy Killers {take Money}
you Know Who The Realist Is
nias We Bring It To {take Money}
(Ha Ha, That's Alright)

first Off, Fk Your Bih
and The Click You Claim
west Side When We Ride
come Equipped With Game
you Claim To Be A Playa
but, I Fked Your Wife
we Bust On Bad Boys
nias Fk For Life
plus Puffy Tryin' To See Me Weak
hearts I Rip
biggie Smalls And Junior Mafia
some Mark As Bihes
we Keep On Coming
while We Running For Yah Jewels
steady Gunning
keep On Busting At Them Fools
you Know The Rules
little Ceasar Go Ask You Homie
how I'll Leave Yah
cut Your Young As Up
see Yah In Pieces
now Be Deceased
little Kim,
don't Fk With Real As G's
quick To Snatch Your Ugly As, Off The Streets
so Fk Peace
i'll Let Them Nias Know
it's On For Life
don't Let The West Side
ride The Night (Ha Ha)
bad Boys Murdered On Wax And Kill
fk With Me
and Get Your Caps Peeled
you Know, See

[chorus]

grab Your Glocks When You See 2pac
call The Cops When You See 2pac, Uhh
who Shot Me,
but, Your Punks Didn't Finish
now, You 'bout To Feel The Wrath Of A Menace
nia, I Hit 'em Up

check This Out
you Mutha-Fkas Know What Time It Is
i Don't Know Why I'm Even On This Track
y'all Nias Ain't Even On My Level
i'm Going To Let My Little Homies
ride On Yah
bih Made As Bad Boys Bihes
{ahh Yo, Yo, Hold The Fk Up}

get Out The Way Yo
get Out The Way Yo
biggie Smalls Just Got Dropped
little Move Pas The Mac-Acapo