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2pac - 5 shotz كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 2pac]
where the f-ck do these n-ggas live where all this sh-t be goin’ down?
you want to know how i did this sh-t? you want to know how real my sh-t is?
n-gga, go read the mothaf-ckin’ newspaper, you trick–ss n-gga

[verse 1: 2pac]
how many broke-down rappers got some sh-t to say?
i sit and strategize, in due time, them b-tches pay
plus all day, i puff weed till my eyes bleed red
undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead
check this, i know you n-ggas got no love for me
but how the f-ck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?
like misdemeanors, it’s a small thang
you n-ggas ain’t ready for war, let my b-lls hang
bust it, i took apart your whole crew, lack heart, i ain’t concerned
i bust at bad boy, mobb deep and murder the firm
when you scream “fake thugs,” who the f-ck you mean?
get more cream than all of y’all, n-gga, f-ck your team
now dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war
last year, i shed tears, but i don’t cry no more
plus jay-z tried to play me, won’t last long
go ask king sun how it feel to have your -ss gone
listen doo-wop, don’t get your sh-t knocked, you can’t win
tell ’em all to let the games begin, we havin’ war games

yeah n-gga, y’all n-ggas can’t fade this sh-t
got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail
and sold 5 million

[hook: 2pac]
i’m a self-made millionaire!
thug livin’, out of prison
pistols in the air
(background while chorus:
sold more records then all you trick m-th-f-ckaz put together
more then the firm, more then bad boy, murder mobb deep)
5 shots couldn’t drop me: i took it and smiled (3x)
(3rd time parallel:) now i’m back to set the record straight
with my a-k, i’m still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate)

[verse 2:]

[? 4 different rappers, but not 2pac]

[hook]

[verse 3: 2pac]
first off, f-ck your b-tch and the clique you claim
westside when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim to be a player but i f-cked your wife
we bust on bad boys, n-ggas f-cked for life
plus puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a. some mark–ss b-tches
we keep on coming while we running for your jewels
steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
you know the rules
little ceasar go ask you homie how i’ll leave you
cut your young -ss up, leave you in pieces
now be deceased
little kim, don’t f-ck around with real g’s
quick to sn-tch your ugly -ss off the streets
so f-ck peace
i’ll let them n-ggas know it’s on for life
so let the westside ride the night
bad boys murdered on wax and k!lled
f-ck with me and get your caps peeled
you know

[hook]

[outro: 2pac]

[?]

- 2pac

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