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[00:00.000] 作词 : 2Pac/Duane S. Hitchings/Franne Golde/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Yafeu Fula/Malcolm Greenidge/Bruce Washington[00:00.182] 作曲 : 2Pac/Duane S. Hitchings/Franne Golde/Dennis Lambert/Johnny Jackson/Yafeu Fula/Malcolm Greenidge/Bruce Washington[00:00.364][Intro: 2Pac][00:00.866]Sucka-ass[00:01.365]I ain't got no mother****in' friends[00:02.369]That's why I ****ed yo' *****, you fat mother****a West Side, Bad Boy killas[00:07.166](Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is[00:09.135](Take money) niggas, we bring it too[00:11.121]That's a'ight, ha ha[00:12.116](Take money)[00:12.616][Verse 1: 2Pac][00:12.878]First off, **** your ***** and the clique you claim[00:15.366]Westside when we ride, come equipped with game[00:17.865]You claim to be a player, but I ****ed your wife[00:20.365]We bust on Bad Boys, niggas ****ed for life[00:22.868]Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip[00:25.366]Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass *******[00:28.142]We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels[00:30.366]Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules[00:33.371]Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya[00:35.616]Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased[00:38.365]Lil' Kim, don't **** around with real Gs[00:40.616]Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so **** peace![00:43.616]I'll let them niggas know it's on for life[00:45.616]Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha)[00:47.616]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed[00:50.616]**** with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know[00:53.118][Chorus: 2Pac][00:53.118]See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac[00:55.615]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh[00:58.616]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish[01:00.866]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace[01:02.866]Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)[01:03.616][Interlude: 2Pac][01:03.866]Check this out, you mother****ers know what time it is[01:06.116]I don't even know why I'm on this track[01:07.866]Y'all niggas ain't even on my level[01:08.866]I'ma let my lil' homies ride[01:11.055]On you *****-made ass Bad Boy *******, feel it![01:11.305][Verse 2: Hussein Fatal][01:13.055]Get out the way yo, get out the way yo[01:15.807]Biggie Smalls just got dropped[01:17.805]Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back[01:21.055]Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps[01:23.567]Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya[01:26.054]Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya[01:28.805]Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank[01:31.055]Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint[01:33.556]Puffy weaker than the ****in' block I'm runnin' through, nigga[01:36.072]And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga[01:38.555]With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer[01:41.055]Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up![01:44.056][Chorus: 2Pac][01:44.309]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac[01:46.555]Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh[01:48.805]Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish[01:51.320]Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace[01:53.305]Nigga, we hit 'em up![01:54.055][Verse 3: 2Pac][01:54.305]Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel[01:56.805]This ain't no freestyle battle[01:58.055]All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open[02:00.306]Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'[02:02.805]Smokin' ****, it's like a sherm high[02:04.804]Niggas think they learned to fly[02:06.304]But they burn, mother****er, you deserve to die[02:08.555]Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me[02:11.055]All you niggas livin' bummy while you ****in' with me[02:13.555]I'm a self-made millionaire[02:15.305]Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)[02:18.055]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch[02:21.305]And beg a ***** to let you sleep in the house?[02:23.305]Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style[02:26.305]Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled[02:29.055]Now I'm back to set the record straight[02:30.807]With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate[02:33.057]Mother****er, I hit 'em up![02:34.305][Verse 4: Kadafi][02:34.555]I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs[02:36.804]No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs[02:39.304]Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease[02:41.304]I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro[02:44.305]Little Kim, is you coked up or ****d up?[02:46.055]Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up[02:48.555]What the ****, is you stupid?[02:49.805]I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn[02:52.305]With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block[02:54.804]With a 15-shot ****ed Glock to your knot[02:56.804]Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch[02:59.055]And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped[03:01.555]All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked[03:03.805][Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean][03:04.055]You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker[03:07.055]I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker[03:09.306]Softer than Alizé with a chaser[03:11.804]About to get murdered for the paper[03:13.054]E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper[03:15.055]Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke[03:17.555]Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke[03:20.061]Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'[03:21.805]We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'[03:24.055]No need for hopin', it's a battle lost[03:26.058]I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off[03:28.806]Nigga, I hit 'em up![03:30.054][Outro: 2Pac][03:30.557]Now you tell me who won[03:33.055]I see them, they run, hahahaha[03:35.555]They don't wanna see us[03:36.805]Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us[03:39.305]How the **** they gonna be the mob[03:40.555]When we always on our job?[03:41.805]We millionaires[03:43.055]Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it[03:44.556]Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna **** with us?[03:47.306]You little young-ass mother****ers[03:49.055]Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?[03:51.055]You're ****in' with me, nigga[03:52.305]You **** around and have a seizure or a heart attack[03:54.055]You better back the **** up[03:55.059]Before you get smacked the **** up[03:56.805]This is how we do it on our side[03:58.305]Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it![04:00.556]But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama[04:02.305]**** you and yo' mother****in' mama![04:04.305]We gon' kill all you mother****ers![04:06.054]Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie[04:08.557]Then everybody had to open their mouth[04:10.057]With a mother****in' opinion[04:11.554]Well, this is how we gonna do this: **** Mobb Deep! **** Biggie![04:15.055]**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother****in' crew![04:18.815]And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then **** you too![04:21.807]Chino XL, **** you too![04:24.305]All you mother****ers, **** you too[04:29.499]All of y'all mother****ers, **** you, die slow![04:31.760]Mother****er, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow![04:34.767]You mother****ers can't be us or see us[04:37.002]We mother****in' Thug Life ridas[04:39.004]Westside 'til we die![04:40.507]Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya[04:42.752]We'll bomb on you mother****ers! We do our job![04:45.251]You think you mob? Nigga, we the mother****in' mob![04:47.750]Ain't nothin' but killas[04:49.009]And the real niggas, all you mother****ers feel us[04:51.255]Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple[04:53.256]You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother****as belts[04:59.504]You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt[05:01.758]You niggas can't feel it, we the realest[05:04.258]**** 'em, we Bad Boy killas!
