Bloodhound Gang. I hate'em.
So I f*cked your b*tch
You fat mutha-f*cka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
N*ggas we bring it to {Take Money}
[ha ha, that's alright]
First off, f*ck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I f*cked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
N*ggas f*ck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark behind b*tches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young a.s.s. up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't f*ck with real behind G's
Quick to snatch your ugly a.s.s., off the streets
So f*ck peace
I'll let them n*ggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
F*ck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See...
Guess this great song.
