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[Intro: 2Pac]
I ain’t got no motherfuckin’ friends
That’s why I fucked yo’ bitch, you fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killers
(Take money) You know who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too
(Take money)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, fuck yo’ bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
Steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
Lil’ Caesar, go ask your homie how I’ll leave ya
Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil’ Kim, don’t fuck around with real G’s
Quick to snatch yo’ ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!
I’ll let them niggas know it’s on for life
Don’t let the Westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know

[Hook: 2Pac]
See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t know why I’m even on this track
Y’all niggas ain’t even on my level
I’ma let my little homies ride
On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it!

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo’, pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain’t never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I’m servin’ ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank ’cause I’ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin’ block I’m runnin’ through, nigga
And I’m smokin’ Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit ’em up!

[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle, all you niggas gettin’ killed
With your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds, hopin’
Smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
All you niggas livin’ bummy — why you fuckin’ with me?
I’m a self-made millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight
With my AK, I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit ’em up!

[Verse 4: Kadafi]
I’m from N-E-W Jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil’ Cease
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin’ up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean]
You’s a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face you ain’t shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas’ in a choke
Gun totin’ smoke, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin’
We approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’
No need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
Nigga, 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 M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin’ up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires, killin’ ain’t fair
But somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don’t one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin’?
You’re fuckin’ with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain’t singin’, we bringin’ drama
Fuck you and yo’ motherfuckin’ mama!
We gon’ kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin’ opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin’ crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
Chino XL: fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(Take money, take money)
All of y’all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!
Motherfucker, my .44 make sho’ all y’all kids don’t grow!
You motherfuckers can’t be us or see us
We motherfuckin’ Thug Life-riders, Westside ’til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We’ll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob!
Ain’t nothin’ but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under their motherfuckin’ belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can’t feel it, we the realest
Fuck ’em, we Bad Boy killers!

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face
I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape
His mamma still mad, so I gave her a break
Break, bitch
Her OG’s starting to think that I’m fake
Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can’t live without them
Gutta, that’s Zoo brother
I don’t know him, but heard a lot about him
Get smoked if you caught without it
Thinkin’ ’bout a pass, I doubt it
Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers
Niggas killed your homie, you ain’t even ride
Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive
Folk ‘nem extra
Folk ‘nem four, five deep
On Pluto, Folk ‘nem desperate
Shooting shit with no mask on
Fuck it ’cause Folk ‘nem catching
Have a kickback on your block
We poppin’ in every way
Why he keep on talking like we won’t turn him into a day?
Niggas snake me once, then it’s fuck niggas
And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in ’em
This will knock you cold, ain’t nobody put no slugs in ’em
Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc, Jojo
Yes, we do it! (Gang)

[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Doo-doo (Ooh, ooh)
Doo-doo

[Verse 2: Booka 600]
L’A lost his blood, nigga
If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga
And we was having heart to heart discussions
Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin’
Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby
Got five brothers, they down for them bodies
Nobody told
Six ain’t got no love in ’em
Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain’t got love in it
These niggas bold
Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga
All eyes on us, don’t trust niggas
I feel his soul
Pull that AK, let up
Ain’t a opp out here I’m letting up on
Stello died for this shit, ain’t letting up on ’em
And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free all my brothers, I gotta go get ’em
Can’t tell you the story ’cause I’ma die with ’em
You beefing with Folk ‘nem, I cannot get in it
If it’s not a foreign, I cannot get in it
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Made this shit when I was all in my feelings
In school, we posted up all in the building
Your homie had told, but that’s not my business (He told)
Niggas be trippin’
Lil nigga, you know what you did
It’s crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids
(Yeah, heard you fucking with kids)
(Murder, murder)
Nigga, we ballin’
Money to the jail, lawyers and bail
Money to the side to the side ‘case they be callin’
I’ma press one, niggas be dodging

[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka 600, and Both]
We don’t do this often
Catch a opp and off him
Nigga we ball
Yeah, yeah
600, 600 (600), Snitch-K
600 (600)
600 (600)
Snitch-K (Snitch-K)
600 (600)
300 (300)
300 (300)

Shizzi
Future Hendrix
Wizkid

[Verse 1]
Baby when you leave, i no go leave oh
Girl i wanna stay here with you
Mama tell me make i steady live life
Make i no dey jonze, make i dey there for you oh

She tell me say na you dey make me dey slow down
She tell me say na you dey make me calm down
She tell me say if i ever leave you i will never ever find one like you

Girl you got me high with your loving
If dey with me no one can stop me
Super man me need super woman
When you dey with me i feel like bigger man

Say you give me that wicked whine
Say you give me that wickedest whine
You make my temperature rise
Na only you dey make me feel the way i feel

Hook [Future]
I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

I think about you every day every second
The way you move your body love your flexing
Got something in your whine make me hot

Baby girl (Everytime)
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Bad girl i want you more
Bad Girl I need You More
Omoge i want you more

[Verse 2 – Wizkid]
When you travel with me, girl you know we (?)
First Class (?)
Sharp boy we land me no tease ya
When I dey with you, other girls got a margin
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, see when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you

[Pre-Chorus – Future]
I think about you everyday every sec
The way you move your body, brand new flakes
You gat something in your whine that make me high

[Chorus – Wizkid & Future]
Baby baby girl, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Bad girl I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
Bad girl I need you more, Everytime
Omoge I want you more, Everytime
This bad boy need you more, Everytime

[Verse 3 – Wizkid & Future]
Girl you give me eye with your loving, loving
If you dey with me no one can stop me
Superman need a super woman
When you dey with me I feel like bigger man
Size 8 figure 8 oh, when you shake oh, I no fit take o
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
I remember mama tell me say, If I leave you I would find no one like you
And I always get a feeling that, if I love you back you would love me too
Take view to the (?)
We gon stay up and make love for seven days

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Hey, hey
She said she like my dreads
Dark skin, thick, wearin’ bright ass red
Red weave, and red shoe laces
She must not know I hang around them blue places
My homies bang the c
But still find trouble, wherever it be
But that’s not me, I try to keep it lowkey
I ain’t never been a g, I just wanna be free but
We affiliated so I never really dated any ladies from the other side of town
Now I know they all hatin’, but I’m tired of the waitin
Gotta get a baby girl right now
Montague piru and a crip capulet
Knew that we would start a war but I had no regrets
Madly in love so we had mad sex
But for some strange reason didn’t get a last text
Wanna fake her death
A plan so clever
When it all settled down we would run away together
But I never got a text, so when I saw her dead
I pulled the trigger on my pistol and I pointed at my head
When she woke up and saw I blew my brains out
She picked up the pistol and she went the same route
Star-crossed lovers shinin’ bright in the afterlife
Still holdin’ hands when they found us on that tragic night

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I was thinking about the band
I was thinking about the fans
We were underground
Loaded merch in that 12-passenger van
In a small club in Minnesota
And the snow outside of 1st Ave
I just wanted my name in a star
Now look at where we at
Still growing up, still growing up
I’d be laying in my bed and dream about what I’d become
Couldn’t wait to get older, couldn’t wait to be someone
Now that I’m here, wishing I was still young
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Wish I didn’t think I had the answers
Wish I didn’t drink all of that glass first
Wish I made it to homecoming
Got up the courage to ask her
Wish I would’ve gotten out of my shell
Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
Wish I wouldn’t have worry about what other people thought
And felt comfortable in myself
Rooftop open and the stars above
Moment frozen, sneaking out, and falling in love
Me, you and that futon, we’d just begun
On the grass, dreaming, figuring out who I was
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 3: Macklemore & Kesha]
Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
May we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
And I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile
I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
I’ve thrown some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
Those good old days

[Bridge: Kesha]
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days