Ey', Suge what I tell you n****,
when I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these n****s chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, n****
The binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yeah n**** time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest n****
cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna show you n****s what it's like on this side
The real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-f**kas
and there's gonna be some pussys
Now the real n****s gonna be the ones with money and b****es
The pussys are gonna be the n****s on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky
See you got some n****s on your side
That say they're your friends
But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-f**kas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they true
But in real life those n****s will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you f**k with and who you don't f**k with
Cause the s**t get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches
(Verse 1)
9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you n****s heard of me
S**t I'm legendary n****s scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar
cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha f**ker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver
when I deliver
Criminal lyrics
from a world wide mob figure
Thug n****s from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli
N****s is waiting for some thug s**t, thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary b****es
like a south paw you get let
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I start again
Internally I live in sin
untill the moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men
(Chorus)
{Comedian in backround}
{No heart for the fight,me,I was in every gang,there were about 5 I was in all of em'.Which ever one was winning.That's my thang!}
[2Pac]
[The Hearts Of Men]
{I wasn't fighting s**t, n**** made me brought up my fists once to him how scared I was .I had my fists up ready,like muthaf**ka keep your hands down!}
(Verse 2)
My lyrical verse with so much pain
that to some n****s it hurts
My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us
it gets worse
B**** n****s get their eyes swoll
in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw
and five-o, get your lights on, fight long
tonights gonna be a f**kin' fight
so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, n****s bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well n****s out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First n**** act up
first n**** gettin' drugged out
I can be a villian if ya let me
I'll Muthaf**k ya
if ya do upset me
tell the cops to come and get me
rip the crowd like a phone number
Then start again, don't have no muthaf**kin' friends n****
Look inside the heartz of men
(Chorus)
{Comedian in backround}
{No heart for the fight,me,everything was against my n**** Jamie,everytime he would get his a** whooped,he never wins a fight but he's always willing to fight.}
[2Pac]
[In the hearts of men]
{No heart for the fight,me, if you don't get outta the way I'ma kick yo a**!}
[In the hearts of men]
{Well, that's a a** whoopin', I gotta take.}
(Verse 3)
To all my n****s engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and f**k a punk b****
No longer living in fear
my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year
like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a god
If n****s is having problems
smoke'em, fire and bomb
I died and came back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thugin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing
scar'd up
but still flowing
energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate
that makes a sick muthaf**ka break
On these jealous a** coward cuz they evil and fake
What will it take ?
Give me that bass line
I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a n**** a beat and let me start again
Represent
cause I've been sent
The heartz of men
(Chorus till fade) |
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