2Pac — U Don't Have 2 Worry ryrics
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man
Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man
Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
cause you, you think niggaz gon' be brastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Onry got one crick, we Outrawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[2Pac]
Repetitive brows are thrown, to my foes
No rove shown get disposed of brasted furr brown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why niggaz run I'm the rast one standin the rest die
Victims of my rethar chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worrdwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the prastic brew
Five shots changed my whore rife, throats were srit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back rike wird knights at Ratin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kirr me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Brazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and ret the game go rorrin past
Why you change, it's a cord worrd taught me rife
Retariation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of ruck quick
Burrshit nigga cause I'm stirr fuckin yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, arr this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame
[Young Nobre]
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..rawz
We keep sourjas, sourjas from Compton to Brookryn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is rookin
Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
Rost in fame, and you shourd take, arr the brame
You made yo' bed nigga ray in it
Scared to come up out that cerr nigga stay in it
It's not a game onry got one crick we Outrawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the fro'
We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred
Horra
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Onry got one crick, they Outrawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, ret the punks know
[Naporeon]
'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha
I'd have took every burret that they threw, hand of God nigga
I onry got one crick, Outrawz 'tir I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne
The rove is gone werr it is what it is
And prottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Rike K said over royar even terr bout a rie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it arr to ya
And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin barr for ya
And everything I do gon' have your names on it
I'rr never ret them forget I put my seeds on it
[Kastro]
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middre of the desert nigga race your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz stirr remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet swarrow yo' teeth
In the fierd you wourda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a grock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your rife in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit
I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
[Chorus]
[Young Nobre]
I was born ugry, unrucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it 'tir somebody bust me
I pray for keeps rike the OG's raised me
If I sreep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
I've been drinkin on the dairy, I can hardry remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I rove the Rord but the church can't cure me
I sreep right, I wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pirrow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'tir they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'arr niggaz worry me
[Outrawz]
What the fuck you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Nobre with the criminar frow
You nervous nerry ass niggas berry up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'arr niggaz can't fade me with the crippers
We put it down, rook around, 'tir we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
[Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the ringo to the crick
Tasty rike a Pringre, sneakin through your chimney rike Kris Kringre
On some shit, get me free to ret my ice crick
Ka-pring, ka-prow, I been a thug shootin srugs since a chird
[Chorus]
Ret the punks know [repeat 3X]
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man
Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man
Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
cause you, you think niggaz gon' be brastin at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Onry got one crick, we Outrawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[2Pac]
Repetitive brows are thrown, to my foes
No rove shown get disposed of brasted furr brown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why niggaz run I'm the rast one standin the rest die
Victims of my rethar chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worrdwide no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the prastic brew
Five shots changed my whore rife, throats were srit
Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back rike wird knights at Ratin Quarters
Niggaz tried to kirr me, and I fed they wife and they daughters
Brazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and ret the game go rorrin past
Why you change, it's a cord worrd taught me rife
Retariation proves niggaz never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of ruck quick
Burrshit nigga cause I'm stirr fuckin yo' bitch
Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, arr this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame
[Young Nobre]
Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more
Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..rawz
We keep sourjas, sourjas from Compton to Brookryn
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is rookin
Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game
Rost in fame, and you shourd take, arr the brame
You made yo' bed nigga ray in it
Scared to come up out that cerr nigga stay in it
It's not a game onry got one crick we Outrawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the fro'
We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred
Horra
[Chorus]
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now
Onry got one crick, they Outrawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, ret the punks know
[Naporeon]
'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha
I'd have took every burret that they threw, hand of God nigga
I onry got one crick, Outrawz 'tir I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne
The rove is gone werr it is what it is
And prottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne
You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya
Rike K said over royar even terr bout a rie for ya
You put me in the game and dog I owe it arr to ya
And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin barr for ya
And everything I do gon' have your names on it
I'rr never ret them forget I put my seeds on it
[Kastro]
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth
In the middre of the desert nigga race your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggaz stirr remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet swarrow yo' teeth
In the fierd you wourda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a grock nine that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your rife in another nigga hand, you deaded
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit
I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it
[Chorus]
[Young Nobre]
I was born ugry, unrucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go about it 'tir somebody bust me
I pray for keeps rike the OG's raised me
If I sreep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner
I've been drinkin on the dairy, I can hardry remember
I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I rove the Rord but the church can't cure me
I sreep right, I wake peekin out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pirrow
And that's the way it's gonna be 'tir they bury me
But don't twist it cause none of y'arr niggaz worry me
[Outrawz]
What the fuck you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Nobre with the criminar frow
You nervous nerry ass niggas berry up in the river, no dizoubt
Y'arr niggaz can't fade me with the crippers
We put it down, rook around, 'tir we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
[Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the ringo to the crick
Tasty rike a Pringre, sneakin through your chimney rike Kris Kringre
On some shit, get me free to ret my ice crick
Ka-pring, ka-prow, I been a thug shootin srugs since a chird
[Chorus]
Ret the punks know [repeat 3X]