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lirik lagu 2 pac – fight music


(makaveli talkin)
you know what? when you said that last time
i was kind a trippin right, but now
your right, i am crazy
but you know what else? i dont give a f-ck
(verse 1 makaveli)
check it out
is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
i can make a million and still not get enough of spending
and since my life is based on sinnin, i’m h-llbound
rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
my game plan to be trained heavy, military
mind of a thug lord, sittin in the cemetary
cryin, i’ve been lost since my adolescence, callin to jesus
ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
livin in jail, this is h-ll, enemies die
wonder when we all p-ss is anybody listenin?
got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody’s b-tchin
please god can you understand me, bless my family
guide us all, before we fall into insanity
i make it a point, to make my peep b-mpin warlike
drop some sh-t, to make these stupid b-tches jaws tight
go, n-gg-s wanna get it on,lets fight!
i got some n-gg-s in my click that make thay mother f-cking jaws tight now
go, n-gg-s wanna get it on,les fight
i got some n-gg-s in my click that make thay mother f-cking jaws tight
(makaveli talkin)
you gotta sn-tch some collars, and let them mother f-ckers know
you that ?, remember, out
(verse 2 xzibit)
the love is lost,
the gloves is off so figure,
what side you tryna be on, the barrel or the trigger,
a gang of n-gg-z talking the talk,
but ain’t walking the straight line,
they trying to hide behind the one time.
f-ck being scared and constantly with security,
i ain’t afraid of whatever you f-ggots try to do to me,
shoot at me, try to corner me, orderlies try to get at me,
flip it like fake ident-ties, sticking it to my enemies.
and have you running for ur motherf-cking lives,
till they put me in a courtroom fighting for mine,
the only reason i got foes that used to be friends,
when n-gg-z mumble under their breathe, i’m under thier skin.
i pray for the strength to handle what my city bring,
better stand for something, or your bound to fall for anything,
the pitfalls, the pot holes, i spit flows that generate straight crack sales, we got those,
one hitter quitter split a n-gg- like a embryo,
bring it to your crib, to your kids, to your vidoe shoot.
give me the loot, my dudes all paid up,
the half -ssed getting rat packed and sprayed up,
you say “what?”, speak up punk i can’t hear you,
your transparent, rentals rap, i’m seeing clear through,
pray for my down fall, talk like hoes,
mister rap rap the gauge and kick in the door,
and motherf-ckiers saying i can’t rap no more,
like one monkey gonna stop the show.
lets go!