you want a nigga to live? [2Pac] Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers 2Pac'll spark a revolution
it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap
(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up
"Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin They hate to see a nigga ballin Some of you
the city? [Pac] The critics or the cops? [Soul] The courts or the crooks, don't look so confused Take a closer look [Pac] Niggaz get they neck broke
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And I, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I
get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to
stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (awwwwww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know
wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids [Chorus: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency
's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
: (feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] If you a bad boy [Chorus: repeat 2X] If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked
get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs
bein jealous of a brother when he rides I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin They hate to see a nigga ballin Some of you suckers
feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly i won't touch down till i see tijauna, setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana, label me a success,i made
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx And I, You really don't want none from Pac Cause I'