you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with
from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a bomb I'm about to detonate (Boom!) Hesitate, aww, now you know what ya'll niggaz were here to go If you know
thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers
gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna
out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high
college, but this is where the game stops Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone You can
for dough What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you
we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac] Hold it down [Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo Makaveli they can't stop you [Pac
2Pac] Thugged out baby! [Young Noble] We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you
ran out of tears Know we gon' have to do somethin y'all We gon' have to do somethin [Nate] Will I.. forever be alone [Pac] Cause I know all these mothers
save the youth Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta
good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock tempured glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes and you
know me I'm fittin' to introduce you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me But
and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do
you know Peep out all my homies, y'know, it's like *singing* I know you've been searchin for someone To make you happy, and get the job done You say