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Well, I just heard some shit on this record |
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(Fuckin' in the midst of my comrades) |
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I send this out to that biatch |
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You too nigga |
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(Standin' in the midst of my comrades) |
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You fuckin' with some thug niggas |
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(That's right) |
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Believe that like you believe crack kills you stupid muthafucka |
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(Fuck you) |
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(Standin' in the midst of my comrades) |
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(Chorus: Tupac) |
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You must be |
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So so crazy |
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Bitch i'll beat yo' boy bad |
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Standin' in the midst of my comrades (comrades) |
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Bitches can't fade me |
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Plottin' but they ploy's crashed |
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Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (comrades) |
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(Verse One: Tupac) |
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Have you really thought about your part in this participation |
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My prediction bloody murder similar to ministration |
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Now in fairness to conversation |
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Cause it's your fate so take the time to contemplate what you'll be facin' |
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Talkin' that |
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Hip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch |
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Cause you can tell |
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All in your click to eat 'Pac's dick |
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The clip's in, prepare for the muthafuckin' death blow |
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Cause every rapper in the industry is history it's death Row |
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Not Bad Boy or So So Def |
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Before I make you bow before Tha Row |
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Just like them other hoes |
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The intricate design of my lethal lines criminal rhymes |
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From the mind of a thug shakin' state time |
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Take it to the next phase |
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You had your time to talk shit |
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Now bitchless busta's gettin' checkmated |
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These days muthafuckas talk shit and turn snitch when you see 'em they ain't talkin' 'bout shit |
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Westside |
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(Chorus: Tupac) |
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(Verse Two: EDI) |
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See by now the way this shit is situated |
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Niggas is gettin' eliminated |
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Simply for being affiliated |
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Clearly stated and man I know you hate it |
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We got a whole list to play with |
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And y'all niggas is at the top |
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Now let's make this |
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Happen |
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Fuck the rappin' |
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Let's get to scrappin' |
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So niggas can see what happens when you get caught up in dirty mackin' |
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EDI'll send you packin' |
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You know what we love action |
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Sneak up on attack |
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Pull back |
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Let's the slug's snappin' |
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Yo' chest section |
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Death has now stepped in |
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Bitch should have learnt your lesson |
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While your chance was still present |
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But now it's past tense |
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No question askin' |
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Out West it's called mashin' |
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Bailin' the corner blastin' |
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(Chorus: Tupac) |
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(Verse Three: Napoleon) |
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You must be |
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So so crazy |
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Bitch I'll beat yo' boy bad |
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Drivin' in the truck with my black mac |
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Thinkin' about the shit I never had |
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So I'm loadin' up one |
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And the two thing's that I cherish |
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Is money and gun's |
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I love my ones |
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And now I put blood on you |
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Snatch money from you |
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Leave slug's in you |
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Ain't no nigga breathin' fuckin' with 'Pac |
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Every album that he drop nigga |
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Number one spot nigga, locked nigga |
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Let me represent for my dead ones |
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Eat with my loved ones |
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Squeeze when the beef come |
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Chill when the freeze comes |
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I do that shit |
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You think you heavy in the game watch me move you bitch |
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This Napoleon, why did I say I again? |
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You punk niggas already know I ain't for show |
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And I'll die for the dough nigga that's fo' sho' |
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Never die for a hoe nigga that's a no no |
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(Chorus: Tupac) |
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(Verse Four: Big Syke) |
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Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka feelin' sad? |
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My muthafuckin' comrades |
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Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka doin' bad? |
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My muthafuckin' comrades |
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And fuck yo' bitch |
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Cause you a trick anyway |
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Cause my comrades was raised on pistol play |
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And boss playerism mixed with this thugism |
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So ain't no love in 'em nothin' but the fuckism |
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(Verse Five: Tupac) |
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Last verse is for them trick people |
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This is the sequel |
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I'ma treat you with evil |
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Livin' forever illegal |
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Now homicide got me preoccupied |
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Be a lie if I told you that I never wonder |
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When will I die |
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Be assured nigga word born |
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Cause now it's on you can only survive if you be strong |
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Until I'ma gone |
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I bust on Bad Boy middle finger to Da Brat |
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Don't get your young ass smacked |
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(Chorus x3) |
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(Tupac talking) |
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Look here |
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(What) |
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You muthafuckas new when you wrote this shit |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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When you spoke this shit |
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(Thug Life) |
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When you smoked thsi shit |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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Uh, that you couldn't fuck around with us |
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(Thug Life) |
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Now what the hell possessed you to get on record and play yo' self like that? |
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Nigga is you fuckin' nuts |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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Do you know who the fuck we are? |
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(Thug Life) |
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Nigga, do you know who the fuck we are? |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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(Thug Life) |
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Rectify yo' silly ass you better put out an apology out nigga before I yank that ass |
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out the game |
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(The Outlaw Immortalz) |
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(Thug Life) |
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Stupid muthafuckas |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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Don't you know I don't give a fuck I'm mad at the world |
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(Thug Life) |
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Fuck all you trick ass niggas |
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This Thug Life, nigga Outlaw Immortalz Westside |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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(Thug Life) |
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Thought you knew Westcoast nigga all day long |
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Fuck the world |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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You must be |
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So so crazy |
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(Thug Life) |
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Bitch i'll beat yo' boy bad |
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Standin' in the midst of my comrades (comrades) |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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Ha ha ha |
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(Let 'em know) |
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Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (comrades) |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
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My muthafuckin' comrades |
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(Outlaw Immortalz) |
