Produced By: Johnny J
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass tricks
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Lil' Caesar go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly hair off the streets
You Little weave! I'll let them suckas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get your caps peeled
You know
[Outro: 2Pac]
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
California love, california thug
You know what time it is
Bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa
Chino XL Killa
Much love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty
By Nature and all the real thugs out there
Keep it comin'!
Westsiiide!
You know what time it is
All my real homeboyz in Jerzey, get up!
Outlaw! Thug Life! to die
Westside, Outlaw
Live it up or give it up, Busta
Hahahaha, Yeah!
You know what time it is
Love bout you, hate about me
Gun talkin' automatic mini's`
Eleven's, fo'teens
Whatever!
You wanna see us? Have you punks wannabe's
Bad Boy Killa, we the realest, whatever!
We got, together, Outlawz!
Thugs to the realest, feel us, All you suckas die!
Slow, my fo'fo', go, bow-bow
Kastro, EDI, close my foes
Without love, no love, do ya
You knew it!
It came with it, we bought it, record it, THUG LIFE!
Source: Rapgenius
Credits: DJ FunkMasterC