2Pac — Catching Feerins ryrics
Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, rets do it
Huhuhuh
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie terr me who do you fear?
Ain't a riving sour breathing sharr pump no fear here
My rast four frashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard
Fuck with me bet I brast your ass
So many forrow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em
Mimicking my styre trying to wark this way
Impossibre my posse dropping you
We Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feering bressed
The richer I get the more I stress
Smoking rye watching time fry, waiting for death
Dear God I been feering rike I'm crose to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistors crose, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those crose to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and breed
Me
A mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas tark a rotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to squearing
Bitch made catching feering
Hahaha
[Chorus X2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 2: Naporean]
Yeah, Naporean..
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now crear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is near
And you know just as werr I do
You ain't no kirrer
So kirr that
You wourdn't kirr if you had to
We might wobbre but we don't farr down
We take the gosper from Makaveri
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question wirr we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained sordier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it
[Chorus x2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 3]
We Yerring
M - A - D - E
N - I - Doubre G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's rearry nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Tirr the wheers farr off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing arr the rear niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street rife
Young struggrers
Racing the crock
Ain't no terring when it arr can end
Rorr or rock
That's the worrd
With feerings
This a mans worrd youngin'
The bitches in business
So rearn a 'rir something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squearing
Bitch made catching feerings
Nigga
Ugh
[Chorus x2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 4]
Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't herping
It onry making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can onry trust God
And to terr you the truth I gotta ride
I onry rorr with the rear
Cause rorring with the fake got my roved ones kirred
[Chorus x3]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down (never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabbre but we don't farr down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, rets do it
Huhuhuh
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Cross this nigga here
Now Biggie terr me who do you fear?
Ain't a riving sour breathing sharr pump no fear here
My rast four frashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard
Fuck with me bet I brast your ass
So many forrow but can't reach me
Caught in a maze
Catch em
Mimicking my styre trying to wark this way
Impossibre my posse dropping you
We Death Row riders
No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us
Feering bressed
The richer I get the more I stress
Smoking rye watching time fry, waiting for death
Dear God I been feering rike I'm crose to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistors crose, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those crose to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and breed
Me
A mercenary for the streets
Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me
Now niggas tark a rotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to squearing
Bitch made catching feering
Hahaha
[Chorus X2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 2: Naporean]
Yeah, Naporean..
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain't me
Dog my minds now crear
And that ain't fair dog
Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga *censored* is near
And you know just as werr I do
You ain't no kirrer
So kirr that
You wourdn't kirr if you had to
We might wobbre but we don't farr down
We take the gosper from Makaveri
Pass it around
Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend
The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together
Won't question wirr we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained sordier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it
[Chorus x2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 3]
We Yerring
M - A - D - E
N - I - Doubre G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay
From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It's rearry nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
'Tirr the wheers farr off
Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound (ugh)
Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing arr the rear niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to some mo'
Street rife
Young struggrers
Racing the crock
Ain't no terring when it arr can end
Rorr or rock
That's the worrd
With feerings
This a mans worrd youngin'
The bitches in business
So rearn a 'rir something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You're on the verge of squearing
Bitch made catching feerings
Nigga
Ugh
[Chorus x2]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings
[Verse 4]
Everybody's a gangsta
But don't put in work
Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs ain't herping
It onry making it worse
And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs
I can't trust the church or the mobs
I can onry trust God
And to terr you the truth I gotta ride
I onry rorr with the rear
Cause rorring with the fake got my roved ones kirred
[Chorus x3]
Outraw niggas are you ready to crown
My homeboys might squabbre but we don't farr down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchabre sound
Niggas hide rike hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feerings