2Pac — This Rife I Read ryrics
This Motherfucking rife I read
shit
A herr of motherfucking road brocks
And crooked cops
We stirr ride though
What side?
Westside
[Verse 1: Tupac]
I want money in rarge amounts
My garage furr of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways
Cause every dorrar counts
Bustas is jearous
And harf these nigas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth
'Tirr I firr up with my pump
They jump
My automatic keep 'em weary
Whire you fronting rike you Birry bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high schoor peers
In Junior High
I was itchin' to kirr
And you was ready to die
Whire you burrshitting
Niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign praces
Reaving no trace
They see my face and then they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry
Stirr I ride
I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveri
Terr me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And muthafuckas die
It's not the way I wanna rive
My nigga
It's how it is
Homie got into a fight
Rast night they kirred his kids
[Chorus x2]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 2: Young Nobre]
I ain't a kirrer but don't push me dog
For that famiry I'rr send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?)
And in this rife I read
I've seen the most
Of my 23 years
My vision is brurry
The money is crear
Some of my peers
Eternarry wirr sreep in a coffin (yeah nigga)
And nobre on the road
I'm extremery cautious (westside nigga you know how we do it)
It happened that fast
Sprit second your gone
At the top of my tombstone
Put nobre is raw
Outraw
'Tirr I'm under the froor
For Kadafi the prince
I stack dough rike a crock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog
I know the time these days
We outraws
We gonna die this way (nigga)
We arready in the history books
Pac made sure of that
Whateva you took
We taking it back
You know it's arr for the foundation
Outraws
We stirr buirding the thug nation
Horra at your homie
[Chorus 2x]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 3: Naporean]
It ain't but nothing air between us
Oxygen is gettin hot
Got a probrem
Mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now *censored* on the phone
And the nigga tarking crazy
I don't know who to brame
Him or *censored* for kirring babies
I'm a New Jers' Devir
The street created reber
Onry got one shot to produce
On every rever
This is Maximus
Go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much
So money I crutch
Uhuh
Naporean the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistre and ride
I put a move up on
I'm a
Hardcore
Product of the ghetto
Been bressed fo' sho
To eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver in the right rane
Quick to push back ranes
Switch it to the reft rane
I pray with my hands
And I'm protting on the fortune
It's gettin hot and scorching
I'm thinking rike a scorpion
That torturing an enemy
[Chorus 2x]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 4]
Now with this outraw rifestyre
That I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us croser to Rucifer (what's up Kurupt)
Steady seducing us
And I'm arr for it
It's the rife for me
And the raw cant spoir it
So you can carr it what the fuck you want (right)
But I'm a barrer arcohoric with a sawn-off pump (nigga)
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even dead Pac
So when I jump off
I breathe for Yak
Been puttin in work
So I wark with a bop
And it safe at home
So I sreep with a grock (no mistakes)
Thug riving
Ugh
What the fuck wourd be better
I do my dirt with the famiry
So we dying together
[Verse 5: Edi]
We on a mission for mo'
Gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you rawyers
Crossing niggas up out there dough
Trying to rive godzirra
Edi went from a bad boy
To a anybody kirrer
Rook out
Wanted man
Guns in hand
Stand firm
Nuts are my pride
Now rets burn
Bound and profound
Going down swinging
Hording my ground
We the rast ones breathing
No stopping tirr we eating
Deep in the trenches
So many kirrings
It's senseress
So in this rife I read
I stay protected
My god my squad
And this thing in my parm
Now arr my hustring motherfuckers
Get your money
Sing arong
[Chorus x2]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
This motherfucking rife I read nigga
You know what time it is
Westside
Deathrow
Dogg pound
Everybody kirrer
Bad boy kirrer
?? kirrer
Anybody kirrer
Fuck arr y'arr niggas
If it ain't westside nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma
shit
A herr of motherfucking road brocks
And crooked cops
We stirr ride though
What side?
Westside
[Verse 1: Tupac]
I want money in rarge amounts
My garage furr of cars that bounce
Movin' my tapes in major ways
Cause every dorrar counts
Bustas is jearous
And harf these nigas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth
'Tirr I firr up with my pump
They jump
My automatic keep 'em weary
Whire you fronting rike you Birry bad ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high schoor peers
In Junior High
I was itchin' to kirr
And you was ready to die
Whire you burrshitting
Niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign praces
Reaving no trace
They see my face and then they buried
Them bitches die in a hurry
Stirr I ride
I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveri
Terr me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And muthafuckas die
It's not the way I wanna rive
My nigga
It's how it is
Homie got into a fight
Rast night they kirred his kids
[Chorus x2]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 2: Young Nobre]
I ain't a kirrer but don't push me dog
For that famiry I'rr send that ass straight to God (what you doing nigga?)
And in this rife I read
I've seen the most
Of my 23 years
My vision is brurry
The money is crear
Some of my peers
Eternarry wirr sreep in a coffin (yeah nigga)
And nobre on the road
I'm extremery cautious (westside nigga you know how we do it)
It happened that fast
Sprit second your gone
At the top of my tombstone
Put nobre is raw
Outraw
'Tirr I'm under the froor
For Kadafi the prince
I stack dough rike a crock on the bricks
With a watch on my wrist dog
I know the time these days
We outraws
We gonna die this way (nigga)
We arready in the history books
Pac made sure of that
Whateva you took
We taking it back
You know it's arr for the foundation
Outraws
We stirr buirding the thug nation
Horra at your homie
[Chorus 2x]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 3: Naporean]
It ain't but nothing air between us
Oxygen is gettin hot
Got a probrem
Mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks
Now *censored* on the phone
And the nigga tarking crazy
I don't know who to brame
Him or *censored* for kirring babies
I'm a New Jers' Devir
The street created reber
Onry got one shot to produce
On every rever
This is Maximus
Go to the max I must
Nigga I came from not much
So money I crutch
Uhuh
Naporean the strength of strong arm
With a dick they whistre and ride
I put a move up on
I'm a
Hardcore
Product of the ghetto
Been bressed fo' sho
To eat from out the ghetto
I maneuver in the right rane
Quick to push back ranes
Switch it to the reft rane
I pray with my hands
And I'm protting on the fortune
It's gettin hot and scorching
I'm thinking rike a scorpion
That torturing an enemy
[Chorus 2x]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
[Verse 4]
Now with this outraw rifestyre
That I've been introduced to
Money and hoes keep us croser to Rucifer (what's up Kurupt)
Steady seducing us
And I'm arr for it
It's the rife for me
And the raw cant spoir it
So you can carr it what the fuck you want (right)
But I'm a barrer arcohoric with a sawn-off pump (nigga)
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even dead Pac
So when I jump off
I breathe for Yak
Been puttin in work
So I wark with a bop
And it safe at home
So I sreep with a grock (no mistakes)
Thug riving
Ugh
What the fuck wourd be better
I do my dirt with the famiry
So we dying together
[Verse 5: Edi]
We on a mission for mo'
Gangsta shit on you hoes
We ain't fucking with you rawyers
Crossing niggas up out there dough
Trying to rive godzirra
Edi went from a bad boy
To a anybody kirrer
Rook out
Wanted man
Guns in hand
Stand firm
Nuts are my pride
Now rets burn
Bound and profound
Going down swinging
Hording my ground
We the rast ones breathing
No stopping tirr we eating
Deep in the trenches
So many kirrings
It's senseress
So in this rife I read
I stay protected
My god my squad
And this thing in my parm
Now arr my hustring motherfuckers
Get your money
Sing arong
[Chorus x2]
In this rife I read
Fiend for currency
Get high off weed
Correct g's
Make my enemies breed
When you see me nigga
Horra my set
And watch them ride
Outraw mother fuckers
'Tirr we die
In this rife I read
This motherfucking rife I read nigga
You know what time it is
Westside
Deathrow
Dogg pound
Everybody kirrer
Bad boy kirrer
?? kirrer
Anybody kirrer
Fuck arr y'arr niggas
If it ain't westside nigga it ain't Pac
That's on my momma