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...of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama We gonna 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 how we gonna do this Fuck Mobb Deep Fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boys as a staff record label and as a motherfuckin crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boyz Then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money) (take money) Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers We do our job You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple (take money) You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they motherfuckers back, you know how it is When we drop records they feel it You niggaz can't feel it We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

...of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killas. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥ R.i.P ♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

...In the heart of Newark, New Jersey, make you say "Lord have mercy" If you step up in my face then it's do or die and I'M GONNA MAKE YOU CRY! (waaahhhhh!!) Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock (Tic toc, you don't stop...) [DOITALL:] Well, times have changed not only for the urban but also for suburban We get props, we're deservin' From black kids, to white kids I see them bob their heads, from the blond hair, to redhead I even seen a dread So now it doesn't matter as the clock winds down with the tic and the toc because they love the sound But people 'round your area say you sell out because you sell a million copies and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW! So do it for yourself, and do it for the 'hood, but do it from the heart, 'cause that's when it's good Now tell me what's gonna happen after the rappin' when the clock ticks away and ain't nothin' happenin'... [MR. FUNKYMAN] ..I remember way back in the days on my block when the kids used to meet up in the hallway and rock on Martin Luther King's boulevard with P.C., WISE, EASY ED, and my brother HARD BERNARD used to hit the ill rhymes from the head while I'd hit the beat on the wall until my hands turned red You had the SHORTY TWO M.C.'S, THE EDUCATED THREE, I have to give them props for helping me be me Now I'm the one who's educated I suffered but I made it I only write rhymes that will be appreciated No matter how large I get the fire still burns 'Cause from the 'hood I came and to the 'hood I must return... Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock (Tic toc, you don't stop...)

...don't go girl You would ruin my whole world Tell me you'll stay Never ever go away I love you (I love you) I guess I always will Girl, you're my best friend Girl, you're my love within I just want you to know That I will always love you Ooh, baby Tell me you'll stay Never ever go away I need you (I need you) I guess I always

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