Open Fire - 2Pac
"Alright now, here we go"
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real motherf_ckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherf_ckers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a f_ck about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a f_ck
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
N_ggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no sh_t but n_ggaz trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, n_ggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my n_ggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire
"Alright now, here we go"
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
These motherf_ckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b_tches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
P_ssy ass b_tches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the f_ck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf_cker
Open fire on you bustas
"Alright now, here we go"
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my f_ckin bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my n_gga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh_t!
Them b_tches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my f_ckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, s_cka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
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