2Pac ft. Notorious B.I.G and Crooked I - Mama raised me as a Thug Nigga [DJ Ryan, DJ Riaz Collab Remix] | Текст песни

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• 2Pac ft. Notorious B.I.G and Crooked I
• Mama raised me as a Thug Nigga [DJ Ryan, DJ Riaz Collab Remix]

[Verse 1 2Pac]
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessy
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll dick 'em and holla
Ridin' these hoochies like they some heavy ass, Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit pick my Glock up
I'm bustin' with self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got 'em Holla
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy (Why?), cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggas is too through
True to the game
I claim, Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm..

[Verse 2 Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggas for they watch and chain
Kick back lil' nigga, and watch the game

[Chorus 2Pac]
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me

[Verse 3 Notorious B.I.G.]
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave you toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
I'm shooting babies; no ifs, ands, or maybes
Hit Mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Got your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealing with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feeling it
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screamin'
[Verse 4: Crooked I]
I look out my window, I see homeless people sleeping
Catching Z's on the cement, wonder if they even dreaming
Meanwhile PETA beefin' over who should be a vegan
Feeding animals better food than these people are eating
One of em told me Walmart just fired 20 workers
For 6 months straight, nobody would hire any workers
I'm so hungry I could cry, wouldn't lie for any purpose
Could you find it in your heart to buy me any Churches
Bottom of 20 pieces, shitty in these city streets
Too many penniless peeps, plenty Remy in your reach
That could be a enemy to man cause really when he drinks he thinks
Fuck a 50 dollar billy gimme brinks
You know how it goes, no nuts no glory
Bitches on my dick, hoe what's your story?
Probably want kids, no luck, no Maury
Looking for a Joe, go fuck Joe Torre

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