[Intro: Tupac] Sucka-ass I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka! (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, ha ha (Take money) [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, fuck your 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 Gs 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) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know [Chorus: 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! (Yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out, 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 lil' 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 Mu', 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! [Chorus: 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, we 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 while 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 the 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 Alizé 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, hahahaha 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 ridas 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 killas 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 they motherfuckas 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 killas!

[Verse 1] The harsh realities of life have taken toll Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole Take control, I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you alive tryin' to survive illegal I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I'll stomp your corpse It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent One of the last livin' still-in-action general assassins Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest Passin' any test; Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sow what you reap or wake up Shakin' up a storm, like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe We follow the killer's code When we come for you, tell me: where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and silence your screams And even if you kill me, I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat [Verse 2] You've made a grave mistake Shouldn't have come here, you changed your fate Your brains'll make their debut on the table When I raise the stakes The pain is great, but only for a second It starts strong, then lessens Just when you restin', the Armaggedon sets in Left him with so much stress (T.S.) Blessed him with no regrets, yes Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold of death Face the serpent, I blaze your person You get laced for certain, leavin' Jakes no trace to work from Close the case like curtains I'm hurtin' heads severely, really tryin' to bring the pain There's nothin' more satisfyin' Than when you cryin', screamin' my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods of bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name Bustin' my guns, that's my love thang I'll slit your jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple John Madden-tackle your corpse To hoist it on a cross at the tabernacle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst Then curse tu vida like a Brujería verse I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental Essentially meant to be the sole threat against you When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat [Verse 3] It's hard to analyze which guys are spies; be advised, people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are D's in undercover cars Takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash With half a million in the stash Passport with the gats, first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini-shottie I'll body a nigga for a penny probably I'm obligated to anything if it's crime-related If it shine, I'll take it; still in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last edition Properly a stats magician Could've went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strictly out for cream Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream My team's the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the Heaven's kings Down to the Devil's mezzanine I've never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads die by 25 or catch a quick three-to-five So be advised: the street's full of surprises It's not what crew's the livest One that survive, it's who's the wisest [Chorus] You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali all the real niggas carry chalk Mark you for death Won't even talk that East or West crap From Watts to LeFrak It ain't where you're from, it's where's your gat You ain't a killer...

[Verse 1] I'm takin ya back, come follow me On a journey to see a for real MC The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy But never sleazy when I get the flow, I'm Swayze I break, you take Whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes The incredible, lyrical, and original You can kill it, bull, if you wanna take a pull Whatever I see I attack, tack Fuck up my back black, nigga fuck that The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet Another dead nigga in the street Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss But how many MC's must get dissed? [Hook] "How many MC's must get dissed?" [Verse 2] I can break it down like whatever you want You run like this, I hit but I gets bizzd when I'm pissed Mister Buckshot rock it not quick Bitch, get off my dick I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter I enter the stage, nigga cock ya gauge I bust em off some'in awful And then I leave the stage Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin Ya shittin, ya ass thinkin, I see ya blinkin I wet em and forget I never should of met em But he was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get em Yep, you can get the fist, whatever But How Many MC's Must Get Dissed? [Hook] [Verse 3] I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle But I had the nigga pucking on my desert eagle Pain as a nigga brain I'm goin' insane Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot Don't try to walk wit a switch bitch like you cute You jus couldn't let me stick my dick and ride on the regular Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right So fuck what you heard it's about gettin' blipped In 1993 motherfuckers get dissed

You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm With a little communism Chick-a chick-a I'm Chick-a chick-a on Chick-a chick-a my My, own shit Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure Man I'm newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill And Jack Jill's big bootay We did the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My Money Or step to the AMG You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds But since then, Common calm down! I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated Was too complex, I got a complex not to complain On my brain no complain and so will my community And I prefer compliments So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees It's the nineties, and music got known for the grease I got a sense of direction and a compass Com passed MC's with no compassion, though I heard the screams of But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort? Com should have been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own company And Com is on a mission not to work for commission It's a common market and it's so much competition But to me, competition is none To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot My compact disc is a commodity, so buy it Instead of competing with Pete Com compromised, Com made a promise Not to commercialize, but compound the soul With other elements, compelling sense into Communism

раз раз юшер бит продакшн я сказал бит продакшн рецепты рэпа ман лови в голову тра та та та трактатам по паре слов на брата слова летят как пули из автомата одна любовь одна вера одна душа скрываем карты рецепты рэпа в твоих ушах один миг одна жизнь одно слово пробуй на вкус ман это блюдо готово первым делом воспользуюсь своим умением по заправке мысли правильным значением подмене разных слов и молчанием в пол-года в поисках звучания своего хип хопа полностью экипирован от и до укомплектован рэпом я не болен этой маркой заштампован много чего слушал и вот нашел свой салюшен мне абсолютно по сути только он и нужен тонны этих слов сотни этих строк зарядил плотнее в обойму и нажал на курок или же лелеют момент ждать свою удачу но тогда не ожидай получения отдачи нужно быть фанатом бита надо чувствовать ритм ради рифмы то что в голову забито и вся эта микстура не так просто варится нужно знать пропорции а не то ошпаришься так словно оградой ударов в голову как будто game over но на play заново занавес не для нас будто бы попутал бес жми yes yo мы продолжаем процесс создавая структуры на клавиатуре паролями ритм и рифмы в стиле культуры как гуру в ажуре сплетая строки без страха лихо будто индейцы навахо заряд опыта плюс нетривиальные мысли дают то над чем многие просто зависли спрячь пафос покажи уважение рэпер приоритетом станет смысл в конце куплета если не сделал выводов то выключай трек может вернемся к разговору через пару лет оставил след но цены нет и гроша помни королем быть значит не делать шах

Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . Лезть на стены! .. Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . [да !. .] Лезть на стены! .. Земля уходит из под моих ног.. Моих ног.. Туман развеется в узорах причудливых снов!. . Слетаются стаи запутанных строк , На мятый лист, при свете горящих костров. . Бесконтрольный восторг осядет в глубине лёгких! Мозг отдал команду, по этому управимся в сроки!.. Сжимают ледяное сердце стальные стропы, Я знаю, Ты запомнил профиль катастрофы!. . Морфин окутает твой податливый разум. . Погрузит в мир грязных иллюзий , Опасных соблазнов. . И люди те, что надеясь на это напрасно , Тратят драгоценное время Дабы добраться До призрачной сути, Где неуловим мой смысл! Он слишком быстрый , молниеносный. . Как выстрел!. . По кистям Этим дерьмовым пианистам. . Я близко! .. Я - пламя!. . Ты - с бензином канистра. . Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . Лезть на стены! .. Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . [именно так! ..] Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . [да !. .] Лезть на стены! .. Падшие бляди Пополняют списки в преисподнюю, Чьи имена не вспомнят , Тех кто свободен ! [неет ..] Тех, кто не входит в роли подконтрольных, Реагируют спокойно на свет из подполья .. Без компромиссов для этих голодных умов, Ваш час близок! Я раб безудержных строк! .. Проснись блять!! И, просто ложись на листок! И, весь смысл во время сказать им СТОП! .. Мой палец лёг на курок, Оставив урон для голов! Голодный за полным столом , Без лишних слов Хладнокровно приступит к тебе, как к десерту.. Не смотря на переизбыток инфекций в сердце.. Зрак не меркнет, Пока бессмертный враг дремлет! Батарея из шестнадцати стволов застрелит Эту стаю бешеных сук время замедлит, Это пламя будучи беглым, Идём по схеме! .. Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . Лезть на стены! .. Верно! .. Совершенно верно !. . [именно так! ..] Всё дело в твоих нервах.. Изнутри тебя вырывается демон, Пришло твоё время. . [да !. .] Лезть на стены! .. Крайняя степень твоего безрассудства! Я до конца в рэпе!. . Знай это !.. И, пусть проснутся Мои павшие солдаты на поле боя! На полигон аллегорий соваться им не стоит.. Клуб безумных историй, В основе которых заложена скорость, Где эта истина рождённая в спорах Предотвращает в сто раз эту вероятность провалов, И, как не странно Открыт выход в астралы.. Прямо с крыш летят вниз, Как бездушные камни. . Так плавно - нет им равных На Площади Восстаний! .. Мой разум , как странник в поисках этой тайны Мной найден порыв ветра тот, что раздует пламя!.. Браво! Мы не оставим тут камня на камне! .. И, только мрамор будет раздражать твою память! Сорвав их знамя, После смертельных испытаний, Только тогда настанет штиль в моём океане. . Без компромиссов для этих голодных умов, Ваш час близок! Я раб безудержных строк! .. Проснись блять!! И, просто ложись на листок! И, весь смысл во время сказать им СТОП! ..