Scar And My Tattoos When We Headed For My Hide Out, Act Right I'm A Playa When I Ride Out, Thats Right What's Ya Phone Numba [Hook: {2pac}] Baby Its
bust these hoes down Caught them runnin on e it kind of funny to me They know they was fuckin with me but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire watchin
same with different names and it turns out [2Pac] Y'all know how it is, same old thing in the same old town Lil' Trigg got his nose wide open on this
Goin out like that) Hahahaha! [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* [2Pac] Y'all can't kill me! *lower pitch* [2Pac] Open fire on you niggaz (Thug
go '2Pac' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha
2Pac ---- Young Thugs in this motherfucker Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble Don't make enemies with me I Try to tell these motherfuckers they
Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same
[2Pac] Damn, another funeral, another motherfucker Lord knows * 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final
deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. 2 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac
ain't easy... that's right Chorus: 2Pac It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can
and pain Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac
hard and my lamp is shelved But my name still ringin, alexander grahm bells I know you? met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open
from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac
sunny sunny days [Hook x2: Game] Yeah I'm addicted to slugs I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat a thug I see the fire in ya eyes every
I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got pac on Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice