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2PAC lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Open Fire

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'Alright now, here we go' [Verse One: 2Pac] Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers 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 fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggaz 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 shit but niggaz 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, niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 motherfuckers on my ass 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 bitches Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the fuck 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, motherfucker 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 fuckin bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga, 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 shit! Them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life!


CYPRESS HILL "Skull & Bones"
[B-Real] I rolled you up like my Rizla Cut you up, with my sisters You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters Your style's trash: don't litter You got the jitters the hardhitters No quitters your soul quivers When you see the gats blazin, get out the street now There ain't no use for you beggin to turn the heat down You label me coldblooded You wanna warm me up with hot lead the gat thudded You can't cut it You wack, but it's - no use your mouth shut it Shootin arrows diamond-studded, and still budded You got to love it, you better chase the paper all day So you can walk down the long platinum hallway But now the fools are minutemade; they get played for a minute then played out they never get back in it Gun park I bring chalk for your body outlined on the floor You got hit by the 4-4! [Chorus: B-Real] You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it Street corner kids growin up blowin up You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right Never turn your back ever, on niggaz true to you Stand alone for the cheddar - and they'll be through with you The highlife; yeah, the highlife The highlife; yeah, the highlife [B-Real] You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat me That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin real with it Niggaz getting softcore, the people want more hardcore shit that's why I give them an encore Curtains opened, you see the people applaud feelin it You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin it Can't stand unoriginal cats with minimal skills that's criminal - you fake bitches! You're lookin for riches, in the wrong places The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall feel your knees shatter The bones breakin with your weak blatter Pissin on yourself it don't matter Dead weight, the bed waits for you on the set date Dreams gone instead fate didn't hesitate to put you away, close the gates now you're locked out Your life: cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (damn!) What you good for Nothin, so be gone suckers Have a nice trip see you motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Sen Dog] I live for the highlife, get my mind right Fuck the fame, the game and the limelights Fools that be out there tryin to duplicate But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path You can't help, but inhale and get strong You need that good shit all up in your lungs I live fast, and keep energy in motion Jah bless, so I feel I been chosen But I know, () of he who conquers You gotta come strong and sound off like thunder I check myself and make sure I'm comin real tight Rhyme for my fam, the G's and the highlife [B-Real] The highlife - hah, hah The highlife yeah [Chorus]

Fo Ridas

C Bo
Uh This one's fo the money Uh Verse 1 We ridin raw '97 Suburban's wit the chrome kit every nigga on trigga ready to dome split got a million but still ain't satisfied gold thangs on every old school that we ride got keys so many g's bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these if a bitch ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit that got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak ask yo folks bitch like 40 I'm so serious about my scratch livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch from Vallejo to Sac pushin new Lacs an '96 Ac's we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack ridas. *(Chrous- C-Bo)* I was born in hell juss to be a rida wit lo-lo's an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridas keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas desperado outlaws do the dirt Verse 2 I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch pushin the '9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak an ain't a damn thang changed about the dope game but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine from ruby 13-5's is how we get it cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it if it's money then a nigga, gots to get it hit it an quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticket I'm a savage about my cabbage I gots to have it automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick mutha fuckaz can't hang wit the Garden Blocc gang packin tech's, quick to wreck brains I'm insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game rida. *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 3 Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name ridin Lexus's in Texas i where my pits get trained mo pain then I proceed to gain like a gumbo pot full 'o sell 'em up full of caine got a 4-5 got a Stang I'm Major Pain inflictin pain no pain, no gain was out fo murda when I came don't tame mo niggaz, then a million man march an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz I'm real wit this, that's why they kill wit this young ballaz on alcohol, that'll peel yo shit don't try to act like you hardcore knowin you ain't Mafia's ready fo war bringin the yellow tank westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey distributin it nation wide, all across the state fo ridas. *(chorus)*

Mafia Niggaz

THREE 6 MAFIA "When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1"
[Chorus: Lord Infamous (repeat 2X)] We gotta come like we get doen and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz [Lord Infamous] So damn wicked got some shit you bitches never saw I caught you shakin sawed off's pumpin now'll we'll break the law I cut the air off where you breath while I'm blazin on these trees The I get from these trees'll take your leg up off You chokin from exhaust You lost up in the sauce You stand against the wall Don't play wit Lord at all You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg and got a gun against your head you know dis lead is for a bloody brawl I'm tryna go for boss Prepare for Holocaust I got moss and when I toss it will get em off I'm dirty for the cause Bitch don't you hit the pause I'll lock you bitches in the icebox wit it full of frost Bitch don't you know that when I'm hi I leave a dimple Cock back dis pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple I got the tunes in the stones In your home wit the chrome You alone and the rest is very simple [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] Ain't no nigga goin play wit me Play wit me my nigga I'ma lay you in the streets All I came for is cheese nigga dat's hard to believe I'ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed Let ya'll know dat I came wit some shit up my sleeve Know what I mean my nigga It's only Jus me Slip dat knife down my sleeve Slope you dead in your heart Wit only dat sick shit don't get shit started [DJ Paul] Now ever since we done came dem hataz didn't play no joke Try to bounce to the crib I shot around in dey home I'm bustin rugaz wit some lugaz Do ya Nigga I'ma send em straight through ya School ya Bout dis bidness Bout these boys Ya bout to witness wit these toys [Juicy 'J'] Wit dem toys yeah we got em Make the noise when we cock em Guaranteed to kill and rob em Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun Niggaz in the street dey found em On dat dog food and Vodka So much dope the blood was toxic And the mind is pure psychotic [Chorus (fades out)]


WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Raekwon] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch [Inspectah Deck] Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master [Ol Dirty Bastard] I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise [U-God] Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth [CappaDonna] Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows My slang sound write secretary type Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man workin hard for the grand, I understand clear Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack but my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts

Tell Me Why

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop"
Now why you gotta cramp my style you keep fuckin with my high and im about to get wild now why you gotta harrass the pot leaders harrass the people at expired parkin meters why you gotta pull me over as if i was that dude in the stolen Nova now why you gotta badge on your chest stay gun on your hip and that bullet proof vest now why you gotta act like you save your people you front that you care just so we can feel equal now why you gotta read me my rights would you read em to your wife fuck no jesus christ now why you gotta hand cuff me tight in the middle of the night treat me like a murder type now why you gotta gotta gotta nuttin gotta get outta my face bitch i know you like dunkins tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me to the men women and children that are catchin the feelin, of what i'm dealin' what is delt is felt helpin to melt, the laws that bother like some flowin liquefying lava, we quickly makin it hotter listen up and try to follow, now why you gotta pull me over in my van, give a ticket for a gram end up costin bout a grand, and why you gotta slow the fuck out of your roll, i know i'm not speedin i'm in cruise control, so now you gotta find another reason why, you can start flashin your lights start to violate my rights, i know your out there let me say your not alone, pigs bustin in your home guns drawn to your dome, why do you gotta have a chip on your shoulder, past all field test i said i was sober, i thought i told ya don't try to pull this on me, i know between procedure and police brutality, so tell me why do you insult me and claim stupidity, why you think your smarter cause your GED, I get high and fly I dont' drink and drive, and you fuckin with my flight so I gotta ask why tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me now everytime i turn the corner cop is all up in my business always tryin to plant shit, let me get a witness its gettin serious and funny to me another day another ticket takin money from me now they tried to pull us over cuz we bangin the bus the fish, johnny richter myself and the judge who can you trust when the world's corrupt its not that crooked ass cop that put my ass in the cuffs now why the hell he always stressin out my people they said protect and serve yet they never treat us equal all around the nation people striving to be equal another uprising they dont wanna see the sequel why you think you dont need no inviation to rustle through my house its a fucked up situation tearing up my pad searching for the cultivation justify the action through your racist legislation don't think i can't remember ever slippin in some shit, winding up behind some bars with purple rings around my wrists, havin to wait 10 hours just to take a fuckin piss, when your name is just a number as a person you don't exist, when you realize that no one really gives a fuck when you finally realize when you start to get back up, to many people i know for bullshit have got locked up, to many times i asked why so now i gotta say what

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