I mean post the scene of the caper, Like a loc, with little Ceas’ in a choke (uh), Toting smoke, we ain’t no mother$#@*in’ joke, Thug Life, %&@! *s better be known, Be approaching, In the wide open, gun smoking, No need for hoping, It’s a battle lost, I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off, $%#^@, I hit ’em up [Outro – 2Pac] Now you tell me who won, I see them, they run (ha ha), They don’t wanna see us, Whole Junior Mafia clique, Dressing up trying to be us, How the #$%@ they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job, We millionaire’s, Killing ain’t fair, But somebody got to do it.
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh), You wanna #$%@ with us, You Little young @%$ mother#$! ^ers, Don’t one of you ? got sickle-cell or something, You’re fucking with me, %^&@#? You #%?! around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack, You better back the #$%! Up, Before you get smacked the %&^@ up, This is how we do it on our side, Any of you %#! &@s from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain’t singing, We bringing drama, *&^$ you and your mother mama. We’re gonna kill all you mother ^($#ers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother ? #@$ing opinion, Well this is how we gonna’ do this: &%#$ Mobb Deep, &%#$ Biggie, &%#$ Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother &%#$ing crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then &%#$ you too. Chino XL, &%#$ you too. All you mother &%#$ers, &%#$ you too. (take money, take money) All of y’all mother &%#$ers, &%#$ you, die slow mother&%#$er. My four four (. 44 magnum) make sure all your kids don’t grow. You mother&%#$ers can’t be us or see us.
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We mother &%#$in’ Thug Life riders. West Side till’ we die. Out here in California, ! &%#$, We warned ya’, We’ll bomb on you mother &%#$ers. We do our job. You think you the mob, %$? #@, we the mother&%#$in’ mob, Ain’t nothing but killers, And the real &%#! @s, all you mother&%#$ers feel us. Our $#! % goes triple and four quadruple, You ! &%#$s laugh ’cause our staff got guns under they mother&%#$in’ belts, You know how it is and we drop records they felt, You ! &%#$s can’t feel it, We the realist, &%#$ ’em. We Bad Boy killers.