get up or get down Get up get up, get up or get down Get up get up, get up or get down Get up get up, get up or get down Get up get up, get up or get
a pussy pig I straight handle my business and I strap my gat Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down
bout buckin' or duckin' Cuz I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase You get
yellin dirty Korean Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her Cause she eased to the back after checkin around To get with Chuck Norm and Flav to Shut Em Down
nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Young Buck] Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up
to a black man By the money hungry seeking white man Fucking up our streets with pollution Then lock a nigga up for the solution ("Get in that cell, boy
: [2Pac] In this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops We still ride though, what side? WESTside [Verse
, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime, three steps from reality Get up to get down, represent the town Last night was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds [Kastro] From booty calls
we high speeding With the metal trying to make these motherfuckers die freezing Up the way I seen him slow down Shit!! I think I'm gonna bust these hoes down
, hopin he might care Though times is hard, up against all odds, I play my cards like I'm jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took a week to go down) You recollects
broken home Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on? Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and blamed up I guess it's
still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking
til the sunrise gettin high Watchin the cops roll by It ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or
Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk police
stackin I stay tackin, Keep packin, Heat in case these niggaz get to actin Too sheisty, Shorty y'all get foggy and wanna leak Or get restless tryin to test this, Get
bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the
