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
[2Pac]
This nigga is scared
[Big L]
Ain nobody scared man I just told you how to do this shit
[2Pac]
Fuck that shit
[Verse Two: Big L]
Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch rode me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Made singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What
Oh shit Be careful with that is loaded I’ll hold on to the gun Why should he hold on to the gun? Cos I already got it motherfucker
[Verse Three: Big Pun]
It's not a game it's war, plain and raw Blood stain the wall, when I bring the chain with the saw Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins with the Headless Horseman Hell extortion, sell your soul, live your dreams Don't pay the cost then [bam bam] say hello to the guillotine A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like fiends for drugs, I don't need no love Give me your fear, murder, respect, beer, honies and sex want here I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed You fuckin with Chris - fuck Pun - dead the wrath for later Get your calculator, go 'head Decapitator's back forever Can't count how many heads I had to sever Half the niggaz I keep, I put em back together That's the terror, cut open your girl and make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill You fuckin with reel to reel, rap axe maniac Sound bwoy killer, hack hack chain-react Two for one - double the death, same price What would Big say? "Huh, you know that ain't right"
Yo you got the juice now
DJ Cinema
Excuse me partner can you keep that shit down cant you we that were watching TV
Made it ma ... made it ma Top of the world [top of the world] top of the world
If you gotta go out ... that’s how you go out. That motherfucker took his destiny in his own hands [Echo]