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2 Pac - Open Fire
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Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me I smoke a blunt and freak the funk Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me. From out the gutter, thank Im here though Im one-sixty-five Stayin high till I die My competition is evil Cause I could give a fuck about you. You better duck. Or Ill be forced to hit your ass up, I gives a fuck. Im sick inside my mind, why they sweat me? Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops To come and get me Niggas know I aint the one to sleep on Im under pressure I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser Word to God Ive been ready to die Since I was born I dont want no shit But niggas tripping, yo its on Open fire on my adversaries, dont even worry Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried Its a mans world, niggas get played Another stray, hope I live to see another day, hey Im gettin sweated by these undercovers Who can I trust, got my mama stressing Thinkin its a drug bust Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached Were livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last Will I blast when its time to shootem Dont even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast 6 bricks of tricks for my niggas I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope, Bring me 6 figures Is it a bust, I hear the sirens, Run for cover Over the fence and open fire. These muthafuckas on my ass, Im in traffic Will it be tragic, Im coming round the corner like Im magic Doing ninety on the freeway And hitting swithces, In a high speed chase with these punk bitches Dont turn around, I aint giving up Cause they dont worry me. Pussy ass bitches better bury me Running out of gas time to park it Im on foot, we in the hood, How the fuck they gonna catch a crook? I got away cause Im clever Went to my neighbors for a favor Now you know playas stick together I watch the scene from the roof top Spittin oogies at the cops that persue me Beyatch, Ill be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka Open fire on you bustas. Dont try to follow me Im headed out of state. I gotta pay my fuckin bills, So Im transporting weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen Tell me who do you fear ? Im outta town till they coast is clear Enough dope to last a year. They got me runnin from the police No where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt road But I aint going alive,i rather die than be a convict I rather fire on my target. I hit the corner doing 90, Ahh shit, them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin tire. Now I jump out the car and open fire. Ha ha, suckas Thug life bitch
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