211 to 187 DJ Chop Up

[Intro: Tony Montana]
You think you can take me? You'll need a fuckin' army!

[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]
211, 187
Hit em with the duct tape
Hit em with the black trey
Now we get their fuckin safe (x3)
Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I'll 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 full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggas 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 world, niggas get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey