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...my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz 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 Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' 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 bitch 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 Motherfucker, I hit em up Verse Four: I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil 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 ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Juni

...my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour and hit em up Refrain 2pac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz 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 Niggaz think they learned to fly But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me I'm a self made milionaire Je suis devenu millionnaire sans avoir demandé d'aide à personne Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Je suis un voyou vivant en dehors de la prison, flingues en l’air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch Biggie (Notorious BIG), souviens toi, quand j’avais l’habitude de te laisser coucher sur mon canapé and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh et que je suppliais la pute de te laisser dormir chez moi Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Maintenant, tout est question de Versacci, t’as copié mon style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled 5 balles n’ont pas pu m’arreter (ne sont pas venu à bout de moi), j’ai été touché, et j’ai souris Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK Maitenant, je suis prêt à battre le record, avec mon AK-47 (mitraillette) I'm still the thug you love to hate Je suis toujours ce voyou que tu adore detester Motherfucker, I hit em up Connard, je vais t’avoir…… I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil 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 ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro - Tupac Now you tell me who won Maintenant dites moi qui a gagné I see them, they run Je les vois, il détalent They don't wanna see us Ils ne veulent pas nous voir Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us Tout le gang de Junior M.A.F.I.A. se fringuent comme nous, essayent de nous ressembler How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job Comment veulent ils être un gang, alors que nous ne faisons que bosser We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Nous somme millionnaires, tuer n’est pas juste, mais quelqu’un se doit de le faire Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? Oh oui, Mobb Deep tu veux nous chercher ? You little young ass motherfuckers T’es qu’un petit connard trop jeune Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin? Un de vous niggaz n’a t il pas la maladie de Havoc ou quelque chose comme ca ? You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around Vous me cherchez niggers, allez vous faire foutre and have a seizure or a heart-attack Ayez une attaque ou un infarctus You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up Vous feriez mieux de revenir sur vos pas, avant de vous faire niquer That's how we do it on our side C’est comme ça que cela se passe sur notre cote (ouest) Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it Tous ces niggas de New York qui veulent se la ramener, allez y But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Mais on ne joue pas, on fait dans le drame Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama Vas te faire foutre, et ta putain de mère aussi We gonna kill all you motherfuckers On va tous vous tuer connards Now

...my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha) Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now its 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 A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah 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 looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh) Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking