Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notchĪnd your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up No points to come, we bring drama to all you herbs With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Now it's all about Versace, you copied my styleĥ shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled Trying to come up off of me, you in the clouds hopingīut they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to dieīiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couchĪnd beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house? Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm running through, niggaĪnd I'm smoking Junior MAFIA in front of you, niggaĪll you niggas getting killed with your mouths open Guard your rank, cause I'm a slam your ass in the paint Spank you, shank your whole style when I gank Poisonous Gats attack when I'm serving you Ride on you bitch-made ass Bad Boys bitches Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace Who shot me? But your punks didn't finish I'll let them niggas know it's on for lifeįuck with me and get your caps peeled. Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
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We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
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Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I ripīiggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA some mark-ass bitches We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fuck for Life You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife Westside when we ride, come equipped with game That's why I fucked your bitch, you fat motherfuckerįirst off: fuck your bitch and the clique you claim