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2 PAC Hit’em Up So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that’s alright] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches 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 ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don’t fuck with real ass G’s Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I’ll let them niggas know It’s on for Life Don’t let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See 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 Nigga, I hit ’em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don’t know why I’m even on this track Y’all niggas ain’t even on my level I’m going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}