HIT EM UP E

Still made mix exclusive. Your wife, we bust on Bad Boy niggas, Fuck for life. Plus Puffy tryna see me tweet. What's up Rick? Biggie Smalls and Junior M. A. F. I. A Some monkey ass bitches. We keep on comin' while we runnin'. Watch me shoot this motherfucker. Look. Fuck. Yeah. Take it off the motherfuckin' set. Real G's think to snatch your ugly ass off The streets. So fuck peace, I let them niggas Know it's on for life. Come at the West Side, ride tonight. Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed. Fuck with me and get your caps peeled. You know, see, grab your glocks when you see Tupac. Call the cops when you see Tupac. Uh. Who shot me? But you punks been who finished. Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a Menace. Nigga, I hit 'em up. It's You motherfuckers know what time it is. I don't even know why I'm 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. Spill. 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 need to get Spanked right for settin' traps. Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard Of ya. Pointless cats attack when I'm servin' ya. Spank the shank, y'all won't style when I gat. 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 smoke his 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 move packages every hour. Hit 'em up. Grab your glocks when you see Tupac. Been, been who finished. Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a Menace. Nigga, we hit 'em up. How we do it, keep it real. Penitentiary steel, this ain't no freestyle battle. All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open.