[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies, ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me must too much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a player, but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger
Rollin' down a 4-5, beware of strangers
Hand on my .45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know it 'till I'm gone
From out the ghetto, where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me before the penitentiary
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
The last straw I ain't wanna shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it all to levels that surpass yours
And left you all alone among the dumb
How you gonna win a one on one where I'm from?
That's like throwing Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal legion, I turn a mil-lion, now it's really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin' 'em
Leave'em chillin' in front of a buildin'-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets are Vietnam
And I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn they lesson?
I burn they vest in an less than 30 seconds
Teflon the steel let's get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like AIDS, ganja still I blaze
You want the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I'll blaze you down like you weigh a pound
And spray the town with the mack hundred eighty rounds
(Nigga)
I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies, ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me must too much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a player, but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger
Rollin' down a 4-5, beware of strangers
Hand on my .45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know it 'till I'm gone
From out the ghetto, where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me before the penitentiary
[Verse 2: Big Pun]
The last straw I ain't wanna shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it all to levels that surpass yours
And left you all alone among the dumb
How you gonna win a one on one where I'm from?
That's like throwing Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal legion, I turn a mil-lion, now it's really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin' 'em
Leave'em chillin' in front of a buildin'-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets are Vietnam
And I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn they lesson?
I burn they vest in an less than 30 seconds
Teflon the steel let's get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like AIDS, ganja still I blaze
You want the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I'll blaze you down like you weigh a pound
And spray the town with the mack hundred eighty rounds
(Nigga)
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