Lyrics:
mic check one two
you know when you lose somebody
somebody that's close to you
somebody that's probably not even that close to you
you might have
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
comin' by the dozen 'cause I do it give a fuck about who doesn't
Took a shot of the D'Usse
Had to introduce you to my new ways
I know all these niggas two
On 2 the next one on 2 the next
Walk in the building and
They all breaking necks on 2 the next one
On 2 the next next chick, next check
I got shit I
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
yuh
Dropping the top two white bitches in the back
Load a couple pistols shoot a nigga right up in his back
Love when I got em bossed down with my
watch me rain on ‘em
Hook
S.A.S.:
Why try, you're gonna die
I pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked
When I pop, I'm wavin' bye-bye
You don't drive-by
a pistol what he lookin at
Violated foul made it his style, i hate it
Traded shade faded he got annihilated
Call up my peoples out of town
Now we outta
all ass
By the Sunset Strip with a
Black and white blonde bitch
Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit
(Boo yow) you see us as we ride by
Exit
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
of the cities of the gangsters and bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey
soldiers got me stressin
Stand by me, stand by me, please, please, stand by me
Uh-uh, A-M-G, skrt, skrt, two, two, threes FNN, they extend, elongate your
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black Connection you bitch you
[Chorus] (2X)
[Lil Ya]
SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!
Cause I'm convinced mine broke the day I let us end
Replace my heart,
I don't wanna live by coping, I'm done with hoping" end
I creeped in close
In the district called the Barbary Coast
Nickelodeon showed scandalous moving pictures
The coast was described by
One indignant critic
As "that sink
I was walking by the alley with my twenty pack of smoke
Some girls tempted to rob me, so I ran across the road
One chick came beside me and tried
no my grind don't ever sleep
inhale the smoke and then release
pour it out for the deceased
im from the belly of the beast
built it piece by piece
I know I know nothing, like Socrates
They think they know what to expect, living sloppily, robbery
Hey-ey-ey
But honestly
Did you really think you’d
why me
I don't do no parties its too many bodies
Getting money my hobbies
In and Out the trap you'll think it was a robbery
Want beef like Arby's
I got
lose me
You thinking she bad
Your bitch is a floozy
And she choosy
And I been on my lonely
That mean by myself
So really I'm good I don't need your
Its yo life baby let me be the one in it
Maybe its some other shit that's really wrong wit' me
But the way she gave it up was like a robbery
So I'm
Girls low key frienemies I stay sucker free
Got 2 many goals before I meet dirty thirty
FLEXX gang we up next we ain't showing mercy
I'm looking to start
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