A body fulla tack 2's  battlescars from bullet wounds
 New clothes  diamond medallions from paid dues
 Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of
 'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move
 You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers
 Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas
 Vague kind of bullets fired  we're ready to die with open eyes
 I be the last man standin when the smoke dies
 This world's infested with haters, wannabe players
 Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major
 No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs
 If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids
 But what you thought makes the world go round
 I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds
 Push a 600 rag drop E-12
 Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail

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 I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money
 Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons
 Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us
 With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops
 *repeat*

 Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac
 But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop
 It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly
 Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin pig's belly
 I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin
 Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight
 Blast the first motherfucker that steps
 up to my ride, not knowin where my weapon is kept
 I shoot in-side their chests, I'ma thug life, I'm crazy
 Got my strength rays to make him kiss his babies
 Fuckin sucker ass niggas that didn't ??? ???
 Hard lies on him and didn't retaliate
 Hard then later on "Shit, hey what's happenin?"
 We woulda chased them suckers down and capped em
 Give a shout to Outlaw Immortalz right
 Look me up cos I'm a ride until my casket drops

 Chorus

 Murder, money, power, pistols and warfare
 Kill all my black folks and the peckerwoods wouldn't care
 Keep my head up, duckin and dodgin from the state pen
 Cos fo' sho', ain't no future in goin back again
 They got to kill me, fill me up with lead
 let me, die slowly from my boots to my head
 As a, big chief I refuse to retreat, I
 rip teeth outta eye then dump heat, why
 the PD reach but catch concrete
 Never sol-ved, gone off indica and Hennessey
 Infrared at my dog, paws locked like pig jaws
 With my gun up, punk, I run up on alla y'all
 then I dump, dump dump dump to get the money
 Now I stole Rolex diamond, shinin outta sunny
 West Coast the spot, servin caine to get the millions
 Distributin the game, makes you want to get the billions


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