I ain't got no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ friends
That's why I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ yo' ♥♥♥♥♥, you fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is ♥♥♥♥♥♥
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

First off, ♥♥♥♥ your ♥♥♥♥♥ in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ your wife
We bust on Bad Boy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't ♥♥♥♥ around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so ♥♥♥♥ peace
I let them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
♥♥♥♥ wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
♥♥♥♥♥, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
♥♥♥♥♥ made-ass bad boy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ rocka wanna do, ♥♥♥♥♥
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, ♥♥♥♥♥
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
♥♥♥♥♥♥ think they learned to fly
But they burned ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ living bummy, while you ♥♥♥♥♥♥' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the ♥♥♥♥♥ to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, I hit em up