[Intro: 2Pac & Storm]
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches by they collar baby
..of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who be tryna flip and drift with me that subliminal shit, then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so [?] by some real Outlaw
[Collision: 2Pac]
(Well, I just heard some shit on this record)
(Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades)
I send this out to that biatch; you too, nigga!
(Standin' in the midst of my comrades)
Believe that like you believe crack kills
(Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades)
You stupid mothafuckas!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
You must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad
Standin' in the midst of my comrades (Comrades)
Bitches can't fade me
Plottin' but they ploys crashed
Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (Comrades)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Have you really thought about your part in this participation?
My prediction bloody murder similar to menstruation
Now in fairness to conversation
‘Cause it's your fate so take the time
To contemplate what you'll be facin'
Talkin' that Hip-Hop shit, don't get shot, bitch
‘Cause you can tell all in your clique to eat Pac's dick
The clip's in, prepare for the mothafuckin' death blow
‘Cause every rapper in the industry is history, it's Death Row
Not Bad Boy or So So Def
I make you bow before Tha Row like them other hoes
The intricate designs of my lethal lines, criminal rhymes
From the mind of a thug shaking state time
Take it to the next phase; you had your time to talk shit
Now bitches bustas getting checkmated
These days mothafuckas talk shit and turn snitch
When you see 'em they ain't talking about shit
(Westside!)
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches by they collar baby
..of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who be tryna flip and drift with me that subliminal shit, then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so [?] by some real Outlaw
[Collision: 2Pac]
(Well, I just heard some shit on this record)
(Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades)
I send this out to that biatch; you too, nigga!
(Standin' in the midst of my comrades)
Believe that like you believe crack kills
(Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades)
You stupid mothafuckas!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
You must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad
Standin' in the midst of my comrades (Comrades)
Bitches can't fade me
Plottin' but they ploys crashed
Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (Comrades)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Have you really thought about your part in this participation?
My prediction bloody murder similar to menstruation
Now in fairness to conversation
‘Cause it's your fate so take the time
To contemplate what you'll be facin'
Talkin' that Hip-Hop shit, don't get shot, bitch
‘Cause you can tell all in your clique to eat Pac's dick
The clip's in, prepare for the mothafuckin' death blow
‘Cause every rapper in the industry is history, it's Death Row
Not Bad Boy or So So Def
I make you bow before Tha Row like them other hoes
The intricate designs of my lethal lines, criminal rhymes
From the mind of a thug shaking state time
Take it to the next phase; you had your time to talk shit
Now bitches bustas getting checkmated
These days mothafuckas talk shit and turn snitch
When you see 'em they ain't talking about shit
(Westside!)
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