Stop The Gunfight (R&B Version) Trapp (Ft. 2Pac & The Notorious B.I.G.)

[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White

[Trapp]
It's a red light
How many homies got to die tonight
Stop the gunfight
I can feel it
Somebodys tryin' to start up a fight
Come on and peep game
But ya cannot cease the blame
And if u ask me
It's a damn shame
We be takin' lives that we can't replace
Over B.S. that don't make sense
We gotta get better than this
We started fightin' at our own risk
It was something we could resist
It's a red light
How many homied got to die tonight

[Notorious B.I.G]
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker