Lyrics:

[Tupac]So I f**ked your bi**hYou fat mutha-f**ka {Take Money}West SideBad Boy Killers {Take Money}You know who th
e realist isni**as we bring it to {Take Money}(ha ha, that's alright)First off, f**k your bi**hAnd the click you claimWes
t side when we rideCome equipped with gameYou claim to be a playaBut, I f**ked your wifeWe bust on Bad Boysni**as f**k for
LifePlus Puffy tryin' to see me weakHearts I ripBiggie Smalls and Junior MafiaSome mark a*s bi**hesWe keep on comingWhil
e we running for yah jewelsSteady gunningKeep on busting at them foolsYou know the rulesLittle Ceasar go ask you homieHow
i'll leave yahCut your young a*s upSee yah in piecesNow be deceasedLittle Kim,Don't f**k with real a*s G'sQuick to snatch
your ugly a*s, off the streetsSo f**k peaceI'll let them ni**as knowIt's on for LifeDon't let the west sideRide the night
(ha ha)Bad Boys murdered on Wax and killf**k with meAnd get your caps peeledYou know, See[Chorus]Grab your glocks when
you see 2pacCall the cops when you see 2pac, UhhWho shot me,But, your punks didn't finishNow, you 'bout to feel the wrath
of a menaceni**a, I hit 'em upCheck this outYou mutha-f**kas know what time it isI don't know why I'm even on this trackY
'all ni**as ain't even on my levelI'm going to let my little homiesRide on yahbi**h made a*s Bad Boys bi**hes{ahh yo, yo, h
old the f**k up}Get out the way yoGet out the way yoBiggie Smalls just got droppedLittle move pa*s the mac-acapo