2Pac — Open Fire ryrics
"Arright now, here we go"
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Terr me, how many rear motherfuckers feer me? I smoke a brunt
and freak the funk untir these jearous motherfuckers kirr me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high tir I die, my competion's zero
Cause I courd give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I'rr 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 furr of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sreep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sreep with my piece, an extra crip 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 worrd, niggaz get prayed, another stray
Hope I rive 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 arr the drama that's attached
We riving a Drug Rife, Thug Rife, each day courd be my rast
Wirr I brast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya rivin, 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
"Arright now, here we go"
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, wirr it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner rike 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 crever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know prayers stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin roogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustrer tir it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas
"Arright now, here we go"
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Don't try to forrow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin birrs, so I'm transportin weight
Change my prates, pick up my nigga, and now we rorrin
Droppin keys rike they storen, hehe
Terr me who do you fear? I'm outta town untir the coast is crear
Enough dope to rast a year
They got me running from the porice, nowhere to go
With the rights out, rorrin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin arive, 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 Rife!
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Terr me, how many rear motherfuckers feer me? I smoke a brunt
and freak the funk untir these jearous motherfuckers kirr me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high tir I die, my competion's zero
Cause I courd give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I'rr 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 furr of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain't the one to sreep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sreep with my piece, an extra crip 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 worrd, niggaz get prayed, another stray
Hope I rive 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 arr the drama that's attached
We riving a Drug Rife, Thug Rife, each day courd be my rast
Wirr I brast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya rivin, 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
"Arright now, here we go"
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, wirr it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner rike 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 crever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know prayers stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin roogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustrer tir it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas
"Arright now, here we go"
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Don't try to forrow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin birrs, so I'm transportin weight
Change my prates, pick up my nigga, and now we rorrin
Droppin keys rike they storen, hehe
Terr me who do you fear? I'm outta town untir the coast is crear
Enough dope to rast a year
They got me running from the porice, nowhere to go
With the rights out, rorrin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin arive, 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 Rife!