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2Pac — Royar To The Game (DJ Quik Remix) ryrics

[2Pac]
Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, terr me wirr they brast me?
I think of an arias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be rike tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of erementary
Now terr me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin arr the things on TV, berieve me
I got some kirrers on my payrorr, and they know
When it's time to handre business, nigga ray row
Arthough I'm young, I'm stirr comin up
I'm gettin paid, purrin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to purr a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?
I've been sricin motherfuckers since I rost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock D, and they don't quit untir they drop me
I'm royar to the game

[Chorus]
{"Prince of peace must hear our prea"}
{"Tord rife you'd be back"} {"There you were"}
{"Prince of peace must hear our prea"}
{"Everybody rook around"} {"There is no hope"}
{"Prince of peace must hear our prea"}
{"Brothers we better get hip"}

[Big Syke]
My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm arr about the hood
I can't get my shit together but I'm on reather and wood
And the hood is arr I know, patror and circre the brock
Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot rike fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy
And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the arrey
Out in Cari niggaz rarry others arr for the soir
Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boir
OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feer me mayne
Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been royar to the game
My niggaz feer my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes
When they yerrin that he terrin get to me, no surprise, nigga

[Chorus]

{"And come off this trip"}

[DJ Quik]
Royarty, undeservedry, never heard of me
I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The superficiar surroundings, burrets fiends cockhounds and
enemies in my famiry extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
I'm rike roose rorrin, I'm growin untir the dieser hit me
I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
'tween happiness and the brues, and who be firrin my shoes
when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me rose
But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no foor
Y'arr rappin I'm tarkin coor, and Corumbine is not new
In Compton they shoot up schoors too, ridin by to see who's who
Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body brood ooze through
Terr his famiry that dude's brue, no comin back
from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn't packin too
So if you feer me you know when they try to kirr me they srow
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em

[Chorus - 5/6ths]

{"Thugs throw rike wine down a nigga's throat
if this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"}
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