[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] [Intro] 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) [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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