2 Pac - Open Fire Lyrics
Tell me, how many real mutha*****as feel meI smoke a blunt and freak the funkTill these jealous mutha-*****as kill me.From out the gutter, thank Im here thoughIm one-sixty-fiveStayin high till I dieMy competition is evilCause I could give a ***** about you.You better duck.Or Ill be forced to hit your ass up,I gives a *****.Im sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass copsTo come and get meNiggas know I aint the one to sleep onIm under pressureI got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresserWord to God Ive been ready to dieSince I was bornI dont want no shitBut niggas tripping, yo its onOpen fire on my adversaries, dont even worryBetter have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burriedIts a mans world, niggas get playedAnother stray, hope I live to see another day, heyIm gettin sweated by these undercoversWho can I trust, got my mama stressingThinkin its a drug bustGotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attachedWere livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my lastWill I blast when its time to shootemDont even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast6 bricks of tricks for my niggasI gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,Bring me 6 figuresIs it a bust, I hear the sirens,Run for coverOver the fence and open fire.These mutha*****as on my ass, Im in trafficWill it be tragic, Im coming round the corner like Im magicDoing ninety on the freewayAnd hitting swithces,In a high speed chase with these punk *****esDont turn around, I aint giving upCause they dont worry me.***** ass *****es better bury meRunning out of gas time to park itIm on foot, we in the hood,How the ***** they gonna catch a crook?I got away cause Im cleverWent to my neighbors for a favorNow you know playas stick togetherI watch the scene from the roof topSpittin oogies at the cops that persue meBeyatch, Ill be a hustla till its over, mutha-*****aOpen fire on you bustas.Dont try to follow meIm headed out of state.I gotta pay my *****in bills,So Im transporting weightChange my plates, pick up my niggaAnd now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolenTell me who do you fear ?Im outta town till they coast is clearEnough dope to last a year.They got me runnin from the policeNo where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt roadBut I aint going alive,i rather die than be a convictI rather fire on my target.I hit the corner doing 90,Ahh shit, them *****es right behind meThey take a shot and hit my *****in tire.NowI jump out the car and open fire.Ha ha, suckasThug life *****
