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MUSIC by:
Camboan Beats - Emperaflow/ Hip hop instrumental / Free beat for you and your cousin
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LYRICS
INTRO [Jean-Claude Van Damme & Arnold Vosloo]

Boudreaux, Boudreaux, Boudreaux
I've been looking all over for you
You've been looking in the wrong places
That's good
'cause I know you wouldn't want to
hurt my feelings...

I. 2PAC

I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothing to a G
Ladies and Gentlemen
Let's get ready to rumble

BRAND NEW!

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothing without guard
Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public
My attitude was "f*ck it" cause m******uckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uh, and my ambitions as a ridah
To catch her while she hot and horny go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "go to the telly, hoe"
Equipped with money in a Benz cause, bi*ch, I'm barely broke
I'm smoking bomb ass weed, feeling crucial
From player to player the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustling and prayers
To breaking m******uckers to pay up
I got no time for these bi*ches cause these hoes try to play us

I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mill, so I'm wishing
Competition got me ripped on that bullsh*t they stressing
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory
No guts no glory, my n***a, bi*ch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a bi*ch in the business so I got with Death Row
Now these money-hungry bi*ches getting suspicious
Started plotting and planning on schemes to come and trick us
But thug n****s be on point and game tight

Me, Syke and Bogart strapped up the same night
Got problems then handle it, m******uckers see me
These n****s is jealous

'Cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uh, yeah, and now you got me right beside ya
Hoping you listen, I catch you paying attention
To my ambitions as a ridah

HOOK [2PAC] x2
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna F*CK with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothing to a G

II. 2PAC & STRETCH

My Mossberg goes, goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it
Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a n****z bucks
Time to see, who′s the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
N****z with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this
Yeah this sh*t is hyper
Two to one I′m writing representing and I'm striking like a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
Some n****z need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me n***a and get blasted
With five deadly venomz

Yeah ′Pac, f*ck that, still hittin 'em up with
That old deadly sh*t

HOOK [2PAC] x2

III. 2PAC & POGO

What's up, man?
A'ight, man, f*ck 'em

I don't give a f*ck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the n***a he's jackin

I see no justice
All I see is n****s dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past

Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man

I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-f*ckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though

You better keep your mind on the real sh*t
And f*ck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now

Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much sh*t can a n***a take

I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
F*ck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K

And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another n***a bigger
From the mutha-f*ckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullsh*t

You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?

Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-f*ckin night n***a
Ready to buck and rip sh*t up
I had enough...
Cause a n***a like me
Don't really give a f*ck!

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Mixed 'n' produced
✌️
Def Makaveli

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