2pac - Open Fire
Alright now, here we goVerse One: 2PacTell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a bluntand freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill meI'm out the gutter, pick a heroI'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zeroCause I could give a f**k about you, better duckOr I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a f**kI'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get meNiggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressureGotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresserWord to God I've been ready to die since I was bornI don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's onOpen fire on my adversaries, don't even worryBetter have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buriedIt's a man's world, niggaz get played, another strayHope I live to see another day, heyI'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bustGotta get paid but all the drama that's attachedWe living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my lastWill I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even askThat's the consequences when ya livin, fastSix bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come upand recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figuresIs it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for coverover the fence and open fire"Alright now, here we go"Verse Two: 2PacThese motherf**kers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?I'm comin round the corner like I'm MagicDoin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switchesIn a high speed chase with these punk bitchesDon't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry mePussy ass bitches better bury meRunnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on footWe in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? HahaI got away cause I'm cleverWent to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick togetherI watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogiesat the coppers that persue me, beotch!I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**kerOpen fire on you bustas"Alright now, here we go"Verse Three: 2PacDon't try to follow me, I'm headed outta stateI gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I'm transportin weightChange my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollinDroppin keys like they stolen, heheTell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clearEnough dope to last a yearThey got me running from the police, nowhere to goWith the lights out, rollin down a dirt roadBut I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convictI'd rather fire on my targetI hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!Them bitches right behind meThey take a shot and hit my f**kin tiresNow, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!Hahahaha, Thug Life!
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