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[Intro: 2Pac Interview] So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I’m the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I’m the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin’ fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family, [Verse 1] First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test You a upset nigga, where the love at? When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that Same place I've been up corners you can never come back You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul nigga I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss, nigga You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off nigga Broad nigga, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel" Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel! No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well I caught your chick, I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale On a late night, swimmin with the great whites You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Canal Street Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you! Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel! That was never ME, why you lying to the people? I was locked down, still doing shit illegal Letras de cancionesRunning around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when You was on PC locking it with males [Interlude] And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one [Verse 2] 23 and 1 never get to see the sun Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight Cassidy, boy you so trash to me Do the math I did shoot, that's subtract to me You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you add to me You just another dead body, another casualty I'm in the streets, so I do this shit casually And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me? Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it I asked Swizzy "Could She Do It?", he said "Nigga, beat it" Swizz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether [Interlude] Oh shit! You purple dickie wearing durag Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing nigga [Verse 3] I say, come on with your soft ass, all you niggas all trash Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga that's a small tab I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby Just to Worldstar you and do you just like Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show Shit you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know [Verse 4] You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming Rapping for a longtime, nigga you ain't got nothing You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga stop fronting Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie Fuck happened to you? You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard Nigga I was broke then, now I got blackcard Your career maxed out, you're shit like mac card Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga [Outro] Couple months we at the funeral I swear to God that shit was beautiful Five x t's, durag's, the usual Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what they do to you" And this shit called "Kendrick You Next" I'm just on some shit this time, everybody get it You say my name, I give you a thousand Just that simple... From Letras Mania