Everybody needs to chill Player haters Want to see me dead Only real niggas Stay on top All these niggas Be mad as shit Cause they can't live Like Pac
(2Pac)
Started with five shots Never drop the killer Never figured that That same nigga Sell five million Hit the charts Like a mad man Nothin' but hits Court cases Got a nigga Facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars Look how we came So far Picture a high school Drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness Weed and drank Way out So it's local Try to finally came Never visioned Livin' longer Than my twenty-first Thought I would Be locked down Cracked out Or in the dirt And though it hurts To see a change It comes with the fame Watch for gospel In this silly game ( Man ) To all the muthafuckas Speakin' down on me This is the night Why is everybody Caught up In Pac's life
(Outro)
(2Pac)
Why are all you niggas Up on shit ( To all y'all niggas ) Fuck all y'all My life
This is Pac's life And everybody needs to chill Cause this is Pac's life Player haters want To see me killed Pac's life Only real niggas Stay on top Now all these niggas Mad at me Cause they can't live Like Pac
Ahhh shit hahaha When I enter the first zone Worst known mic holder My Hummer roll up Evacuating strapped soldiers Inside strategy Manifestin' military styles Casually try da g When niggas battle me My prophesied prediction Switch and move positions Separated from his gun and bitch And watch 'em start snitchin' I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen I personify this thug livin' Hell or prison My ammunition varies My voice carries Watch me invite the whole world Me and the mob gettin' married It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark This is expected A trick bitch where is your heart You mark Watch niggas fall when I call they name We out laws hold your head niggas all the same Except some who want more out of life than stress We still thuggin' 'til its none left Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random Rapidly Wit' accuracy They shouldn't talk bad to me It had to be A motherfuckin' murder I'm glad to be A nigga that did the murder So sad to see Another motherfucker floatin' In plastic reef Sleep wit' his head wide open Rapid release Keep the police coastin' Casualties Warrant in deep east Oakland Yolk the nigga off the asphalt Drove off to the hills Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off Death with the lex ruger Death to ya Niggas cry when the bullets fly Kill and execute 'em I blast first 'til they body me Like my guns in variety Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be But front Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt Hand on my nuts in a get away car full of stunts Addicted to my nine Movin' like crime through time Poppin' niggas like pimples Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine Etchasketchin' Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections Day in and day out Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time When I hit the street All I can see is the grind Blood sweat and tears when I bust my rhyme Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine And when I let loose Then no crew standin' but mine I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me Wanna fight me then come find me What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen Similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be Yeah I'ma keep it g I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep Aye We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep We gon' ride Keep my pistol on my side Always creep wit' the nine when I ride when I ride Don't sleep Blowin' pine Always hustlin' on the grind Cause I gotta get mine all the time all the time Don't sleep Don't Sleep Don't Sleep
(Spoken over Intro) Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!
(Daz) Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do) Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound? My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives It's about time the mashin is arrived I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes) I spend major loot on khaki suits Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live I live the unusual, crucial life So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss Biatch! (yeah)
(2Pac) Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha) I give a fuck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator They wonderin why he breathin, but bitches is dyin later (ahh) Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (loco), my pistol smoke yo' shit (smoke) Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' shit Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah) Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke Don't stop, keep goin
(Chorus) Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)
(Kurupt) Well it's that seventeen shot glock cocker, the block rocker (fool) Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides) Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone (That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold Why you waitin for the poetical Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth (I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't) The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
.. Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump) For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood Turn it up, check it out
(Daz) They claim to be down, they say they down (man fuck you man) Number one..
