Introduction: I ain't got no motherfuckin friends Am
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker Dm
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy killers (take money) Em
You know who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money) Am
(Take money)
Am
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Dm
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
Em
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
Am
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Am
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Dm
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
Em
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Am
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Am
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Dm
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Em
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Am
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Am
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
Dm
So let the Westside ride tonight
Em
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Am
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Am
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Dm
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Em
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Am
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Am
Nigga, I hit em' up