"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherf***ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherf***ers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competition's zero
'Cause I could give a f*** about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f***
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin' me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me
N****s 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 s*** but n****s 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, n****s get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask
That's the consequences when ya livin', fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my n****s, I gotta come up
And recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
Over the fence and open fire, "Alright now, here we go"
These motherf***ers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b****es
Don't turn around I ain't givin' up, cause they don't worry me
P**** a** b****es better bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the f*** they gon' catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies
At the coppers that pursue me, biotch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf***er
Open fire on you busta's, "Alright now, here we go"
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my f***in' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my n****, and now we rollin'
Droppin' keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ah s***!
Them b****es right behind me
They take a shot and hit my f***in' tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka'! Ha ha ha, thug life!
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Open Fire - 2Pac
