Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You wanna f**k with us
You Little young ass mutha-f**kas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You f**king with me, nigga ?
You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the f**k up
Before you get smacked the f**k up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
f**k you and your mother f**king mama.
We gonna kill all you mother f**kers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother f**kin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
f**k Mobb Deep,
f**k Biggie,
f**k Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother f**kin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then f**k you too.
Chino XL, f**k you too.
All you mother f**kers,
f**k you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother f**kers,
f**k you, die slow mother f**ker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother f**kers can't be us or see us.
We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother f**kers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother f**kin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother f**kers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother f**kin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
f**k 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.