You fat mother****a （Take money） West side Bad Boy killaz Bad Boy （Take money） You know the realest is, ****** （take money） We bring it to you （Take money） （That's aiight hahaha） （Take money） First of all **** your ***** and the clique you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a player But I ****ed your wife We bust on Bad Boyz' ****** ****ed for life Plus, Puffy tryin to see me Weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark ass b*****s We keep on comin While we runnin for ya jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools You know the rules Little Ceaser Go ask your homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up Leave you in pieces Now be deceased Lil' Kim Don't **** around with real Gs Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street So **** peace I let them ****** know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight hahaa Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed **** with me and get ya caps peeled You know See Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up! Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talking a lot of s**t But I'm backing it all up But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished, "I am your lack of a conscience" I'm the ringing in your ears I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the bullies you hate That you became with every f****t you slaughtered Coming back on you, every woman you insult Batter, but the double-standards you have When it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona, is half a facade And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic Of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don't stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions, if there's anything you have left to say 'Less it makes an impact, then don't bother So 'fore you rest your case Better make sure you're packing a wallop Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up! Check this out, you mutha****az know what time it is? I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all ****** ain't even on my level Imma let my little homies ride on you ***** made ass Bad Boy b*****s Deal with it! Get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mack And let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right Frank White For settin tracks Little accident murderer And I ain't never heard of ya Poisinous gats attack When I'm servin' ya Spank the shank Ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement Puffy weaker that a ****in rocka wanna do, ***** Puff And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, ***** With the ready power tuckin My Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout Pretty sour I get packages every hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up! Peep how we do it Keep it real It's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ****** gettin killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off'a me You in the clouds hoping Smokin' **** it's like a sherm high ****** think they learned to fly But they burned mutha****a You deserve to die Talkin 'bout you gettin money But it's funny to me All you ****** living bummy While you ****in' wit me I'm a self made millionaire Thug livin' out of prison Pistols in the air （haha） Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch Biggie， And beg the ***** to let you sleep in the house （uh） Now it's all about Versaci You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me 5 I took it and smiled Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate Mother****a I hit em up Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up! Grab your glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up!
[00:00.10]You fat mother****a [00:01.47]（Take money） [00:02.26]West side [00:03.52]Bad Boy killaz Bad Boy [00:05.17]（Take money） [00:05.69]You know the realest is, ****** [00:07.29]（take money） [00:08.00]We bring it to you [00:08.97]（Take money） [00:09.75]（That's aiight hahaha） [00:10.34]（Take money） [00:11.33]First of all **** your ***** and the clique you claim [00:14.48]West side when we ride [00:15.92]Come equipped with game [00:17.49]You claim to be a player [00:18.96]But I ****ed your wife [00:20.46]We bust on Bad Boyz' ****** [00:21.93]****ed for life [00:23.45]Plus, Puffy tryin to see me [00:25.07]Weak hearts I rip [00:26.45]Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. [00:27.92]Some mark ass b*****s [00:29.62]We keep on comin [00:30.86]While we runnin for ya jewels [00:32.24]Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools [00:34.47]You know the rules [00:35.69]Little Ceaser [00:36.65]Go ask your homie how I leave ya [00:38.43]Cut your young ass up [00:39.55]Leave you in pieces [00:41.16]Now be deceased [00:41.81]Lil' Kim [00:42.55]Don't **** around with real Gs [00:44.28]Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the street [00:46.92]So **** peace [00:47.74]I let them ****** know it's on for life [00:50.04]So let the West side ride tonight hahaa [00:53.15]Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed [00:55.99]**** with me and get ya caps peeled [00:58.49]You know [00:59.42]See [01:00.00]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [01:02.40]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） [01:05.28]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [01:08.21]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [01:10.45]*****, I hit 'em up! [01:11.35]Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds [01:13.02]Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talking a lot of s**t [01:15.27]But I'm backing it all up [01:16.88]But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers [01:19.76]After the track is demolished, "I am your lack of a conscience" [01:22.87]I'm the ringing in your ears [01:24.59]I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils [01:26.34]Eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts [01:28.85]I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged [01:31.60]Grab for some water [01:32.47]But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow [01:34.70]I'm the bullies you hate [01:35.90]That you became with every f****t you slaughtered [01:38.41]Coming back on you, every woman you insult [01:40.16]Batter, but the double-standards you have [01:42.19]When it comes to your daughters [01:43.40]I represent everything you take for granted [01:45.80]‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona, is half a facade [01:48.55]And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic [01:50.50]Of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone [01:52.44]‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam [01:54.03]No more fans that are calling your name [01:55.49]Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them [01:58.34]I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!” [02:00.56]Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow [02:03.04]I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow [02:06.29]If you don't stop after they call ya [02:08.44]Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits [02:10.49]When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip [02:13.03]The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions, if there's anything you have left to say [02:17.84]'Less it makes an impact, then don't bother [02:19.51]So 'fore you rest your case [02:21.11]Better make sure you're packing a wallop [02:22.72]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [02:25.72]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） [02:28.58]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [02:31.03]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [02:33.49]*****, I hit 'em up! [02:34.96]Check this out, you mutha****az know what time it is? [02:37.72]I don't even know why I'm on this track [02:39.02]Y'all ****** ain't even on my level [02:40.56]Imma let my little homies ride on you [02:42.30]***** made ass Bad Boy b*****s [02:45.19]Deal with it! [02:46.26]Get out the way, yo [02:47.41]Get out the way, yo [02:48.82]Biggie Smallz just got dropped [02:51.49]Little Moo, pass the Mack [02:53.09]And let me hit him in his back [02:54.76]Frank White need to get spanked right Frank White [02:57.56]For settin tracks [02:58.42]Little accident murderer [02:59.69]And I ain't never heard of ya [03:01.61]Poisinous gats attack [03:03.02]When I'm servin' ya [03:04.82]Spank the shank [03:05.62]Ya whole style when I dank [03:07.15]Guard your rank [03:08.50]Cause Imma slam your ass in the pavement [03:10.19]Puffy weaker that a ****in rocka wanna do, ***** Puff [03:13.02]And I'll smoke your Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, ***** [03:15.92]With the ready power tuckin [03:17.39]My Guess under my Eddie Bauer [03:18.87]Your clout [03:19.99]Pretty sour [03:20.64]I get packages every hour [03:21.66]I hit 'em up [03:22.91]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [03:25.66]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） [03:28.57]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [03:30.94]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [03:33.46]*****, I hit 'em up! [03:34.58]Peep how we do it [03:35.52]Keep it real [03:36.20]It's penitentiary steel [03:37.47]This ain't no freestyle battle [03:39.36]All you ****** gettin killed [03:41.10]With your mouths open [03:41.92]Tryin' to come up off'a me [03:43.50]You in the clouds hoping [03:44.87]Smokin' **** it's like a sherm high [03:46.58]****** think they learned to fly [03:48.70]But they burned mutha****a [03:50.12]You deserve to die [03:51.75]Talkin 'bout you gettin money [03:53.29]But it's funny to me [03:54.50]All you ****** living bummy [03:56.07]While you ****in' wit me [03:57.60]I'm a self made millionaire [03:59.39]Thug livin' out of prison [04:01.47]Pistols in the air （haha） [04:03.72]Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch Biggie， [04:07.01]And beg the ***** to let you sleep in the house （uh） [04:09.41]Now it's all about Versaci [04:11.23]You copied my style [04:12.44]Five shots couldn't drop me 5 [04:14.10]I took it and smiled [04:15.47]Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight with my AK [04:18.31]I'm still the thug you love to hate [04:20.55]Mother****a [04:21.73]I hit em up [04:22.44]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [04:24.62]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） [04:28.01]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [04:30.30]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [04:32.66]*****, I hit 'em up! [04:33.90]Grab your glocks when you see Tupac [04:36.84]Call the cops when you see Tupac （uh） [04:39.72]Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish [04:42.15]Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [04:44.82]*****, I hit 'em up! [04:48.69]
