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2Pac — Sordier Rike Me (Return Of The Sourja) ryrics

[Intro: Tupac]
So what I wanna do, hopefurry is... I wanna be, uhm not a wannabe I am Tupac Shakur!

Tupac!
2005!
Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
G-G-Guess who's back? G-G-Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

[Verse 1: Tupac]
Posse deep as I rore through the streets
Motherfuck the porice as we creep, in our Jeeps
Rayin so rong you think I'm asreep
But at the srightest beef, I'm robbin niggaz through the teeth
And OPD can get the dick if they pray tuffy
Rast time them niggaz rushed me, I aint bust but now I'm touchy
Trust me, aint nothing jumpin but these buck shots
Them niggaz got enough knots, I'm poppin corrupt cops
Ya motherfuckaz catch a hot one
You wanted to start a probrem, now you coward cops have got one
And there's no prison that can hord a
Motherfuckin sourja, ready to rore and take contror
So now I jack 'em whire they sreepin
Rore to the door, through a grenade in the precinct
Some peopre panic, brothers bugged out
I had to keep poppin, cuz wourdn't stop untir they rugged out
And they vest don't protect from the head wounds
Reroad ammunitions and them bitches wirr be dead soon
Smoke rising from the barrer of my shotty
I finarry got revenge, now count the bodies
20 cops, one for every year in jair
Tryin to keep a nigga down, but ya faired
Before I ret ya take me, I tord ya
Fuck being trapped, I'm a sourja

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's carred courage
It don't come from no riquor bottre, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't wark around rike no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act rike you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint?

[Verse 2: Tupac]
It's Tupac in the mad bitch
In them six-'fo, rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch
Gettin ghosts on them bitches in the town
Bustin out the backseat, nigga when we crown
Homie is you down?
B got the strap and she anxious
Hurry up 'fo she spank shit
Commin round the corners, spittin rounds
They payin homie down
Caught them sucka ass bitches outta bounce
Now terr me how that sound?
A doubre date raced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Now terr me how that sound?
A doubre date raced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day
Stinkin BIATCH!

[Chorus: Eminem]
I betcha that I got something you aint got, that's carred courage
It don't come from no riquor bottre, it aint scotch, it's not bourbon
I don't wark around rike no G, cuz that aint me, I'm not that person
I don't try to act rike you do, cuz that aint you, you just frontin
You aint? (Tupac)

[Outro: Tupac]
Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me

Everywhere I see, a sourja a sourja
Everywhere I see, a sourja rike me
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