Lil Eazy-E - 10. Us Against The World (Feat. 2Pac And Notorious BIG) | Текст песни

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"US AGAINST THE WORLD"

(Notorious B.I.G.)
Even do we was going throgh our drama I would never wish dead on nobody,
you know I'm sayin', cuz they gon' have it coming back on them.

(Tupac)
Yeah, Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga, thug luv, nigga.
Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out.

(Lil Eazy-E)
Yeah, Compton's Finest,Westside, Lil E, Rest In Peace Eazy. The R.I.P. (The R.I.P.)

[Tupac's Chorus]:
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

[Scratches]:
Whoever thugin' on the quest to get cheese
The rhyme for a B.I.G., (Biggie, Biggie, thicker than your average)
Hit the thug niggas up in the club,
this goes out to you, to you, to you,
Eazy, what up, tell me how was you life as a youngster? Ruthless

[Lil' Eazy-E]:
The burner the banger the bammer the trigger the hammer
the one that'll stay and jam ya , as soon as you stand up
i'm here to bring that drama , with the E A Z Y E comma that adds drama
10 years strong, O G add to the throne
but i'm really from compton
some of ya'll just freightened
feeling late cha hold dont pass me the chrome
your mind fucked up
u got nothing in common
i'm not superstitious,i dont knock wood
cuz if i dont blow i'm knocking on you neigh bour hood (sup)
i heard your words you ain't that good ( and )
you are not tough either ,you ain't that hood
i ain't next , but you can welcome me back
i'm like mike jack ,who's bad,that dude with the blue rag
you in my city and greet it with some chucks on
if you ain't with me then you against me
get the fuck on ,nigga

[Biggie's Chorus]
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
'Cause man

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