# She posted this picture of Adeline with this song. Here are the lyrics. Inappropriate for her precious girl and then blasted on the internet!!!

\[Tupac\]  
I ain't got no motherfucking friends  
That's why I fucked your bitch  
You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}  
West Side  
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}  
You know who the realist is  
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}  
(ha ha, that's alright)  
First off, fuck your bitch  
And the click you claim  
West side when we ride  
Come equipped with game  
You claim to be a player  
But I fucked your wife  
We bust on Bad Boys  
niggas fuck for Life  
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak  
Hearts I rip  
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia  
Some mark ass bitches  
We keep on coming  
While we running for your jewels  
Steady gunning  
Keep on busting at them fools  
You know the rules  
Little Ceasar go ask you homie  
How I'll leave you  
Cut your young ass up  
See you in pieces  
Now be deceased  
Little Kim,  
Don't fuck around with real G's  
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets  
So fuck peace  
I'll let them niggas know  
It's on for Life  
Don't let the west side  
Ride the night (ha ha)  
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill  
fuck with me  
And get your caps peeled  
You know, see  
\[Chorus:\]  
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac  
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh  
Who shot me,  
But your punks didn't finish  
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace  
nigga, I hit 'em up  
Check this out  
You motherfuckers know what time it is  
I don't know why I'm even on this track  
You all niggas ain't even on my level  
I'm going to let my little homies  
Ride on you  
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches  
{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}  
Get out the way yo  
Get out the way yo  
Biggie Smalls just got dropped  
Little move pass the mac  
And let me hit 'em in his back  
Frank White needs to get spanked right  
For setting up traps  
Little accident murderers  
And I ain't never heard of you  
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you  
Spank the shank  
Your whole style when I gank  
Guard your rank  
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang  
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block  
I'm running through nigga  
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia  
In front of you nigga  
With the ready power  
Tucked in my Guess  
Under my Eddie Bauer  
Your clout petty sour  
I push packages ever hour  
I hit 'em up  
\[Chorus\]  
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 motherfucker you deserve to die  
Talking about you Getting Money  
But it's 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 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 A-K  
I'm still the thug that you love to hate  
Mother-fucker 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 scenario  
Little Ceas'  
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees  
Copin' pleas with these  
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 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're 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 (uh)  
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke  
Thug Life, niggas better be known  
Be approaching  
In the wide open, gun smoking  
No need for hoping  
It's a battle lost  
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off  
nigga, I hit 'em up  
Now you tell me who won  
I see them, they run (ha ha)  
They don't wanna see us  
Whole Junior Mafia click  
Dressing up to be us  
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?  
When we always on out job  
We millionaire's  
Killing ain't fair  
But somebody got to do it

Horrible trashy mom