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tupac - open fire كلمات الأغنية

“alright now, here we go”

[verse one: 2pac]

tell me, how many real motherf-ckers feel me? i smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherf-ckers kill me
i’m out the gutter, pick a hero
i’m 165 and staying high til i die, my competion’s zero
cause i could give a f-ck about you, better duck
or i’ll be forced to hit yo -ss up i give a f-ck
i’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
it’s gonna take an army full of crooked -ss cops to come and get me
n-gg-z know i ain’t the one to sleep on, i’m under pressure
gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
word to god i’ve been ready to die since i was born
i don’t want no sh-t but n-gg-z trip and yo it’s on
open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
it’s a man’s world, n-gg-z get played, another stray
hope i live to see another day, hey
i’m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can i trust?
got my mama stressin thinkin it’s a drug bust
gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
we living a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
will i blast when it’s time to shoot? don’t even ask
that’s the consequences when ya livin, fast
six bricks of tricks, for my n-gg-z, i gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
is it a bust? i hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire

“alright now, here we go”

[verse two: 2pac]

these motherf-ckers on my -ss i’m in traffic, will it be tragic?
i’m comin round the corner like i’m magic
doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
in a high speed chase with these punk b-tches
don’t turn around i ain’t givin up, cause they don’t worry me
p-ssy -ss b-tches better bury me
runnin outta gas time to park it, i’m on foot
we in the hood, how the f-ck they gon catch a crook? haha
i got away cause i’m clever
went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
i watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
i be a hustler til it’s over, motherf-cker
open fire on you bustas

“alright now, here we go”

[verse three: 2pac]

don’t try to follow me, i’m headed outta state
i gotta pay my f-ckin bills, so i’m transportin weight
change my plates, pick up my n-gg-, and now we rollin
droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
tell me who do you fear? i’m outta town until the coast is clear
enough dope to last a year
they got me running from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target
i hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh-t!
them b-tches right behind me
they take a shot and hit my f-ckin tires
now, jump out the car then i open fire, sucka!

hahahaha, thug life!

- tupac

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