Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
you know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you
First off, fuck your bitch
and the clique you claim
come equipped with game
but I fucked your wife
niggas, fuck for life
Plus,
Puffy tryna see me,
Greek hearts I rip
Biggie
Junior
Mafia, some mock -ass bitches
Steady gunnin',
keep on bustin' at them fools
You know the rules,
Lil'
Ceaser, go ask your homie
how I leave you
leave you in pieces
Now be deceased,
Em
Lil'
G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly
ass off the streets
So fuck beats,
I let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the
Em
Am
Ha -ha, bad boy murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get yo' cat's pill
You know, see,
grab your blocks when you see
Tupac
Tupac, uh
Now you bout to feel the
wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Check this out, you motherfuckers
know what time it is
bitch -made -ass bad -boy bitches
Feel me!
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Smosh just got dropped
Lil'
Frank
Wright need to get spanked
right for settin' tracks
Little accident murderers,
and I ain't never heard of ya
when I'm serving ya
Guard your rank, cause
I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block,
I'm runnin' through, nigga
Junior
Mafia in front of you, nigga
Eddie
Bauer
Ya clout petty sour,
I put packages every hour
Hit em up
Grab your
Glocks when you see
Tupac
Tupac, uh
Now you bout to feel the
wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em up, how we do it, keep it real,
it's penitentiary steel
Em
all you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open
you in the clouds, open
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm,
all our niggas think they learn to fly
you deserve to die
but it's funny to me
why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self -made millionaire
pistols in the air
And beg a bitch to let you
sleep in the house
Now it's all about
Versace
You copy my style
I took it and smiled
AK I'm still the thug that
you love to hate
Motherfucker, hit
I'm from
N .E .W.
Jers
Where plenty murders occurs
drama to all you herds
G's
Sit your knees,
coppin' pleas and degenerio
Little gimmicks, you coped up or doped up
a click smoked up
Did I take money,
Brooklyn?
When my clique lootin',
shootin' and pollutin' your block
With 15 -shock, hot clock till you lie,
Movin' up another notch in your
all your fake -ass
East
Coast props
Brainstormed and locked
Use a
B -biter, a park -style taker
you ain't shit but a faker
Em
Am
So for the alizé with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
E .D. I mean the processing of the caper
Like a loke with low season and
Dm
Em
Am
a choker
Dm
Em
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us,
whole junior mafia
clique
how the fuck they
We millionaires,
killing ain't fair but somebody
gotta do it
Oh yeah,
Mob
D, huh, you wanna fuck with us?
motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got
Am
You fuckin' with me nigga, you fuckin' with
her and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up before you
get smacked the fuck up
Any of you niggas from
New
But we ain't singin',
Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out,
Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
Fuck
Mobb
Fuck
Biggie
Fuck
Bad
Boy as a staff, record label,
And if you wanna be down with
Bad
Am
Chino
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
E
Am
die slow, motherfucker
My fo' -fo' make sure all y
'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't
P .S. or
C .S.
riders westside till we die
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job, you think you mob, nigga,
we the motherfuckin' mob
Dm
Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas,
You niggas laugh cause our staff got
they felt
Am
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest,
fuck em, we bad boy killas
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