2Pac Lyrics - Dear Mama

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride the night haha Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know [2Pac: I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air haha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I'll hit 'em up [Kadafi: Lil' Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copping pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block With a shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked [E. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching in the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a battle lost I how much money does oprah winfrey make every minute 'em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit 'em forex broker with paypal We millionaires Killing ain't fair, but somebody got to do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep: You little young-ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something?

You're fucking with me, nigga You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart how to earn points on cashcrate You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it: But we ain't singing, we bringing drama Fuck you and your motherfucking mama We gon' kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well, take money lyrics 2pac is how we gonna do this: Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew!

And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!

2Pac Lyrics - Hit 'Em Up

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! Take money, take money All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you; die slow, motherfucker My.

2Pac – Hit 'Em Up Lyrics | Genius Lyrics

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfucker! We do our job!

You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers and the real niggas All you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple Take money You niggas laugh cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts You know how it is, when we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy-killers We killers, we killers, we killers. Thanks to Mimi Garnett-H. Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Bruce Washington, Frannie Golde, Malcolm Greenidge, Duane S.

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