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2pac and pop smoke - write this down lyrics
[verse 1: 2pac]
the feds is watchin’, n___as plottin’ to get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
givin’ me charges, lawyers makin’ a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh_t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, callin’ big shots on the scene major
packin’ hundreds in my drawers, f_ck the law
b_tches, i f_ck with a passion, i’m livin’ rough and raw
catchin’ cases at a fast rate, ballin’ in the fast lane
hustle ’til the mornin’, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n___a until the day i die
livе my lifе as a boss player, ’cause еven gеttin’ high
these n___as got me tossin’ sh_t
i put the top down, now it’s time to floss my sh_t
keep your head up, n___a, make these motherf_ckers suffer
the game sharper than a motherf_ckin’ razor blade
say money bring b_tches, b_tches bring lies
one n___a’s gettin’ jealous and motherf_ckers die
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n___as and low riders in ski masks
screamin’, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
the hooker layer, motherf_cker, say your prayers!
“hail mary, full of grace…” smack the b_tch in the face
take her gucci bag and the north face off her back
jab her if she act funny with the money
oh, you got me mistaken, honey
i don’t wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
the visa, capisce_ah? i’m out like the vapors
who’s the one you call mr. macho?
the head honcho, swift fists like cu_macho
i got so much styles i should be down with the stylistics
“make up to break up,” n___as need to wake up
smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure
then f_ck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
she don’t remember sh_t, just the two hits
her hittin’ the floor and me hittin’ the cl_t
sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin’ for the d_ck
and your moms ain’t ugly, love, my d_ck got rock quick
i guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
i was humpin’ around and jumpin’ around
jacked her, then, i asked her, “who’s her man?” she said, “b_i_g,”
then i bust in her e_y_e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 3: pop smoke]
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
i like dark skins, love her melanin
huh, christian louboutin when i’m steppin’ in
thirty bottles of azul, tell ’em send ’em in
i had the lambo, switch to the ‘rari
i’m a gangster, but i like to party
pop a percy, go r_t_rded
i’m a brooklyn n___a, i’m cold_hearted
that’s why i like the bad gyal (woah), like riri (wait)
every time she see me, she wanna eat me (hold on)
i sound like justin bieber, please believe me
i said, “wow, i’m on the tv”
i can’t f_ck with broke b_tches, they be creepy
she be actin’ up, she always tryna leave me
but she a bad gyal and she freaky
i have her hangin’ off the rod like she mimi
i never hit a b_tch more than once ’cause they be leeches
but her p_ssy good, it taste like peaches
but she can have it, i don’t need it
i’d rather have my money green like kiwi
i don’t talk to n___as ’cause they be cappin’
disrespect me and see what happen
i don’t make a call for war, i start snappin’
grr, them bullets blastin’
[verse 4: dmx]
everyday sh_t, around the way sh_t got me stressed (what)
so i keep on the vest in case a n___a wanna test (uh)
i got no time for games ’cause i’m all grown up
you wanna joke n___a? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
see how funny it is when your kids ain’t got no father
cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
sh_t is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
didn’t think it was right, you should’ve checked it yourself (come on)
life is too short to get caught up in some dumb sh_t
wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum sh_t
time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
everyday it’s getting darker then comes the night
now what? (what) realize that you ain’t got sh_t (uh)
not long ago you was the man on some hot sh_t
so just peep the flow yo, ’cause you already in this
make sure your sh_t is right kid and handle your business
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 5: eazy_e]
aw yeah, let’s take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff with this and don’t slip
on a funky_ass track, jump back
strapped with a fat and a boot_a_sack in a 7_8 ‘lac
dope clean, gangsta lean, i got green
bud, i serve dubs like it ain’t no thing
i hang with o.g. players, don’t set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack
i don’t slack when it come to street
i kick real g funk to a gangsta beat
it’s so sweet, when you got money to spend
i got a proper big tilt and a fly_big benz
i make ends, spend my dough on no ho
that’s how it is and that’s how it goes
act like you know when i creep real slow
givin’ love to them players that i know is real g’s
[verse 6: ice cube]
the motherf_ckin’ world is a ghetto
full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
when the smoke settle
i’m just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilettos
dr. dre, h_llo, perculatin keep em waitin
while you sittin here hatin’, yo’ b_tch is hyperventilatin’
hopin that we penetratin’, you gets naythin’
cause i never been to satan, for hardcore administratin’
g_ngb_ng affiliatin’; mc ren’ll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(and you can tell em) it’s my son he’s hurtin’ me
(and he’s a felon) on parole for robbery
ain’t no coppin’ a plea, ain’t no stoppin’ a g
i’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
you handle sh_t sloppily i drop a key, properly
they call me the don dada
pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
even rottweilers, follow, the impala
wanna talk about this concrete? n___a i’m a scholar
the incredible, hetero_s_xual, credible
beg a ho, let it go, d_ck ain’t edible
n___a ain’t federal, i plan sh_t
while you hand picked motherf_ckers givin up transcripts
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 7: dr. dre]
did i fall off?, got you in your room
rippin every “chronic” poster on your wall off
just cause i put away the sawed off
now i got you sittin back with a smirk;
listening with your arms crossed
questioning dre’s credibility (what?)
wondering if it’s still in me to produce hits;
y’all be k!llin me
as if i need to make mo’ i got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo’ suck my d_ck! (h_llo)
we came a long way from not givin a f_ck
sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
now we got the whole world starstruck
made a million plus and still don’t give a motherf_ck
motherf_cker i’m dre _ i don’t need your respect
i don’t need to make another album b_tch i don’t gotta do sh_t
i do it because i want to not to stay in the game
f_ck the fame, i’m still stayin the same, lil’ b_tch! (h_llo)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
look at these n___as with attitudes
look at these n___as with attitudes (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
[verse 8: mc ren]
villain blows up yo’ spot
take yo’ notebook yo’ b_tch and yo’ glock
this motherf_cker thought the coochie had a padlock
you slapped her ass that’s alarmin
cause she want my worm like carmen
we chin check n___as, them thin check n___as
run trains on gold diggers beware these fo’ n___as
scarin motherf_ckers like stephen king fl!cks
makin’ n___as clear the room like a dyk_ fleein’ d_ck
makin 2nd to none sh_t, n___a like quik
so when i bomb first n___a who you rollin with?
f_ck that ice on your wrist, f_ck yo’ fine ass b_tch
cause you could lose it in a tussle n___a watch me hustle
watch n___as kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
b_tches _ all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
same time same channel don’t change the dial
n___az4life, f_ckin your wife, these n___as wild (h_llo)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 9: method man]
ayo, im so humble but on a bumble
i speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
sunny, ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
won you
these rappers are sugar bordering dumb_juice
yall make just come through like a five star
chillin but i could finish you, in five hours
working like baby jesus i get them lined up
thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god
staten island and cony island that’s two squads
something like this could cook crack that too hard
meth, im too fresh i smell like a new car the woo tang my favorite member is u_god
[verse 10: nas]
make history before you go
f_ck the misery, you living po’ we gettin dough
except the dollars other reasons why i’m living yo (why?)
time is valuable
low and behold the young, black, and powerful
got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow
you wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
paying doctors when i’m born, a preacher if i’m buried
that’s why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid’ness
if you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
deals made by god and the devil, and we in it
p_wns in the game, can’t complain or say sh_t
just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth
no tears if i’m dumped in a he_rs_, i won’t be the first
nor the last, n___a, let’s get this cash, n___a
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n___a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n___as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
[verse 11: nipsey hussle]
where yo money at?
we gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
shootin’ up your block
switch cars, then we double back
you a funny cat
you ain’t made a hundred racks
you ain’t nothin’ like nip hussle
that’s a f_ckin’ fact
puttin’ on for my city, got 100 stats
i’m the realest n___a in it, can’t front on that
a lot of fake n___as hate me cause they wanna rap
but if they dumb enough to say it, i’ma f_ckin snap
big guns, big guns, i got big guns
ar’s, ak’s, n___a, pick one
this young n___a on that sh_t, you should get on
and i promise she get f_cked if yo’ b_tch come
know some inglewood n___as showed a crip love
he was like, “that n___a nip kinda sick, blood”
know them east side n___as bang my sh_t tough, it’s all of love
even to my homeboys that switched up
funny thing is they swore when i get rich
i would turn my back on ’em, but i’m still up in the mix, huh
god d_mn, ain’t that some sh_t?
can a young pull up in a six gettin’ his d_ck sucked?
where yo money at?
we gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
shootin’ up your block
switch cars, then we double back
you a funny cat
you ain’t made a hundred racks
you ain’t nothin’ like nip hussle
that’s a f_ckin’ fact
[verse 12: snoop dogg]
for god so loved the world he gave us a good crip
the late, great neighborhood nip
dippin’ in this l.a. bullsh_t
’bout as solid of youngsta as a n___a could get (yup)
wasn’t nothin’ like these thug phonies
was always showin’ love and big respect for all the blood homies (what up)
you understood the values in the youth
man, i swear to god, nephew, you was the truth
d_mn, how could this n___a do this?
it’s ’cause every neighborhood jesus got a neighborhood judas
who hate to see your team ridin’ rich
you see that envy and that pride, that’s that green_eyed b_tch
worse than a woman scorned (d_mn)
it had been better for that man if he had never been born
but mary, don’t you mourn, martha, don’t you weep
you see, your son still affected us deep
give us the faith to take that leap
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n_ggas know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n_gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh_t
and this the motherf_cking thanks i get? (h_llo)
i let the n_ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
all eyes on me
[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n_ggas! see how that sh_t go?
n_gga walk up in this motherf_cker and it be like, “bing!”
cops, b_tches, every_motherf_ckin’_body
live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high
i got bustas, hoes, and police watchin’ a n___a, you know?
( live my life as a thug n_gga until the day i die
livin’ life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high) (all eyes on me)
he he he, it’s like what they think
i’m walkin’ around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin’ all eyes on me
they think i’m goin’ back to jail, they really on that dope
i got me some valentine
all eyes on me
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