TheyTryin'ToKillMe

They Tryin' To Kill Me - 2Pac (图派克)

That's why I f**ked your b***h

You're fat motherf**ker take money

West side

Bad boy killers take money

You know who the realist is

N***as we bring it to take money

Ha ha take money

First off f**k your b***h

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a player

But I f**ked your wife

We bust on bad boys

N***as f**k for life

Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak

Hearts I rip

Biggie smalls and junior mafia

Some mark a*s b***hes

We keep on coming

While we running for your jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little ceasar go ask you homie

How I'll leave you

Cut your young a*s up

See you in pieces

Now be deceased

Little kim

Don't f**k around with real g's

Quick to snatch your ugly a*s off the streets

So f**k peace

I'll let them n***as know

It's on for life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night ha ha

Bad boys murdered on wax and kill

F**k with me

And get your caps peeled

You know see

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac uh

Who shot me

But your punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

N***a I hit 'em up

Check this out

You motherf**kers know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

You all n***as ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my little homies

Ride on you

B***h made a*s bad boys b***hes

Ah yo yo hold the f**k up

Get out the way yo

Get out the way yo

Biggie smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac