2Pac feat. Notorious B.I.G. - Throw your guns up (Prod. by Green Flag) | Текст песни

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• 2Pac feat. Notorious B.I.G.
• Throw your guns up (Prod. by Green Flag)

[Intro]
Uhh check it out uhh
You feel like shit nigga
You know what time it is
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the deal
Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
What? From a young G's perspective
Outlaw! From a young G's perspective

[Chorus]
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, do your guns up

[2Pac]
Look here
My niggas crooked so it seems
My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream
A made nigga
Picture me dying in a blaze, of gun fire
Will not retire till I'm paid, turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 125, and do or die
Rolling with niggas from Long Beach to Lone Isl'
I hardly smile cause my heart froze
Once I, commence my show I rip apart foes
And now I, got One Nation it's a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullshit, lets get back to money making
Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house
My shits to wicked when I flip, niggas closing they mouth
Though Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug, Greg Nice, L.S, Asu
So show a nigga love Outlaw

[Chorus]
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, do your guns up
Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, do your guns up
Niggaz from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Westside, throw up your guns
All my Niggaz from the Eastside, do your guns up