2Pac Lyrics
"Open
Fire"
"Alright now, here we go"
[Verse
One: 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel
me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers 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 fuck about you, better duck
Or
I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
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
Niggaz 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 shit but niggaz 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, niggaz 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 niggaz, 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
motherfuckers 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 bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin
up, cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin
outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the fuck 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, motherfucker
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 fuckin bills, so I'm
transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, 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 shit!
Them bitches right
behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
Now, jump out the car
then I open fire, sucka!
Hahahaha, Thug Life!
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