[2Pac]
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Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
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I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
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Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
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be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
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Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
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I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
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Now tell me what you need when you see me
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I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
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I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
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When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
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Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
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I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
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The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?
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I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
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There ain't a cop that can stop me
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My posse is cock D, and they don't quit until they drop me
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I'm loyal to the game
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[Chorus]
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{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
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{"Told life you'd be back"} {"There you were"}
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{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
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{"Everybody look around"} {"There is no hope"}
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{"Prince of peace must hear our plea"}
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{"Brothers we better get help"}
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[Big Syke]
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My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood
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I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood
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And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block
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Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
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And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy
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And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley
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Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for the soil
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Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil
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OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne
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Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game
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My niggaz feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
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You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
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And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes
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When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga
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[Chorus]
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{"And come off this trip"}
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[DJ Quik]
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Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me
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I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
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The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and
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enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
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I'm like loose rollin, I'm growin until the diesel hit me
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I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
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'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes
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when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose
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But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
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Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not cool
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In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who
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Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through
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Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back
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from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he went packin too
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So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow
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I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em
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[Chorus] - 5/6ths
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{"Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat
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if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}
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Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix)
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| 2Pac |
