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[Intro:]<br /><br />Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit<br />that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York<br />That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas<br />Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast<br />that fucker that always with them New York niggas<br />seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast<br />Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down<br />rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga<br />fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right<br />and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga<br /><br />[2Pac (overlapping)]<br />I'm in this muthafucka<br />I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right<br />I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York<br />and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?<br />Fuck e'rybody<br /><br />Heh heh heh...<br />Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air<br />If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop<br />I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one<br />We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style<br />You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G<br />We ain't dead yet, feel me!!<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br /><br />I got my Hennessy find ya foes <br />in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes<br />I'm getting high off buddha<br />'Cause the times be slow<br />I keep my mind on dough<br />you never find me broke<br />and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G<br />in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me<br />I can't sleep living in these wicked times<br />peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat<br />You can holler if you want to pleeease<br />I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee<br />enemies and my range is on<br />you're in the danger zone<br />my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline<br />You suckas better find ya mind I got mine<br />from hustling and busting them rhymes<br />to my niggas up in Quentin<br />Down on Riker's Isle stay rile<br />But a nigga gotta use his styles<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Niggas don't know my style<br />quick to smile juvenile<br />Was a problem child<br />try to put me in the courts<br />But my force was wild<br />Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style<br />These,<br />Niggas don't know my style<br />quick to smile juvenile<br />Was a problem child<br />try to put me in the courts<br />But my force was wild<br />Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br /><br />I could be wrong but I never got along with cops<br />it's like they stuck<br />from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time<br />my mind's full of thoughts of ends<br />I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)<br />My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie<br />cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide<br />My mama cried when they took me off to jail<br />only me inside the cell<br />Straight locked up in this hell<br />I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside<br />will 'em away in the morning<br />Only the strong survive<br />I cry but in my own way<br />Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide<br />from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)<br />cemetary full of brothers I buried<br />It's going down even now I wonder<br />will I still be around my hometown is the gutter<br />I was born a wild came up out this dust<br />with my heartless style<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br /><br />I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'<br />to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits<br />and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme<br />I was caught up in the madness<br />Juvenile thugs come on<br />I tell the whole story nothin' but truth<br />Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs<br />and Pete and Lee young G's<br />with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers<br />who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking<br />No school straight hookin'<br />and tryin' to get with light skinned<br />cause she good looking<br />And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying<br />call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)<br />I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck<br />I had to move around a lot<br />'cause my moms was stuck<br />I had family but I was way too wild<br />had to move to the West to regain my style<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus 'til end with ad libs]
New song lyrics
[Intro:]<br /><br />Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit<br />that nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York<br />That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas<br />Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast<br />that fucker that always with them New York niggas<br />seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast<br />Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down<br />rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga<br />fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right<br />and fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga<br /><br />[2Pac (overlapping)]<br />I'm in this muthafucka<br />I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right<br />I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York<br />and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?<br />Fuck e'rybody<br /><br />Heh heh heh...<br />Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air<br />If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop<br />I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one<br />We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style<br />You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G<br />We ain't dead yet, feel me!!<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br /><br />I got my Hennessy find ya foes <br />in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes<br />I'm getting high off buddha<br />'Cause the times be slow<br />I keep my mind on dough<br />you never find me broke<br />and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G<br />in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me<br />I can't sleep living in these wicked times<br />peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat<br />You can holler if you want to pleeease<br />I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee<br />enemies and my range is on<br />you're in the danger zone<br />my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline<br />You suckas better find ya mind I got mine<br />from hustling and busting them rhymes<br />to my niggas up in Quentin<br />Down on Riker's Isle stay rile<br />But a nigga gotta use his styles<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Niggas don't know my style<br />quick to smile juvenile<br />Was a problem child<br />try to put me in the courts<br />But my force was wild<br />Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style<br />These,<br />Niggas don't know my style<br />quick to smile juvenile<br />Was a problem child<br />try to put me in the courts<br />But my force was wild<br />Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style<br /><br />[Verse 2]<br /><br />I could be wrong but I never got along with cops<br />it's like they stuck<br />from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time<br />my mind's full of thoughts of ends<br />I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)<br />My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie<br />cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide<br />My mama cried when they took me off to jail<br />only me inside the cell<br />Straight locked up in this hell<br />I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside<br />will 'em away in the morning<br />Only the strong survive<br />I cry but in my own way<br />Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide<br />from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)<br />cemetary full of brothers I buried<br />It's going down even now I wonder<br />will I still be around my hometown is the gutter<br />I was born a wild came up out this dust<br />with my heartless style<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse 3]<br /><br />I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'<br />to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits<br />and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme<br />I was caught up in the madness<br />Juvenile thugs come on<br />I tell the whole story nothin' but truth<br />Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs<br />and Pete and Lee young G's<br />with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers<br />who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking<br />No school straight hookin'<br />and tryin' to get with light skinned<br />cause she good looking<br />And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying<br />call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)<br />I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck<br />I had to move around a lot<br />'cause my moms was stuck<br />I had family but I was way too wild<br />had to move to the West to regain my style<br />These,<br /><br />[Chorus 'til end with ad libs]
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