[2Pac]
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
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 raw nigga, ball like I’m ? Paul nigga
I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga
You soft nigga, didn’t disrespect the boss, nigga!
You dissin and getchya horn, that ain’t getchya off nigga
Broad nigga, and you was screamin’ “come to my hotel”
Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!
No scale, batteries I know you so well…
…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 mics
Boy you had a wild week, shoppin’ on… 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
Running around in jail like: I ain’t give a hell when
You was on PC, locking it with males
And I ain’t got time for this shit, let me get another one
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
Damn right while I’m at ya I’mma get you in the night, Cassidy
Boy you… trash to me
Do the math, I… to me
You ain’t poppin, what the fuck could you ? 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?
Cut you, nursery rhyming, flow perfectly in time
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…
I asked Swizzy…
Swiz 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
I say, come on with your soft ass
All you niggas all trash, couldn’t bet a 100 grand
Nigga that’s a small…
I’mma hit him where it hurts, this gon’ make his…
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
Paus that, I’m all that, I’m really in the…
And when I see you nigga I’mma have you jumping fences
…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…
…Boy you lying, you ain’t touring, you can’t even get a show
Shit you like a [?] they can get you for the low
And I’m like a brick of… it cost 60 for the flow
You ain’t a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know
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
You’re career maxed out… like mac card
Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga
And I’mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga
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 that dude 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 1000
Just that simple…
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