Us Against The World ( Feat. 2Pac [ R.I.P. ] & Notorious B.I.G. [ R.I.P. ] )
"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