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 muthafuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers When they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer Affiliation with death row Niggaz get their caps pealed back Fool this the west coast Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin' Got a Mercedes for these tricks That thought I quit Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for niggaz to trip Cause bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines Writing raps and movies I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me So 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' peak Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats I'm addicted to these streets like crack is to these creeps Seein' visions of a prison wake up screamin' in my sleep Is there a heaven in this hell a possibility of livin' well But if they killin' me I get my stripes and whose to tell Choosing to sell Ic