2Pac - Fight Music lyrics

You're crazy man! Tupac - Bishop
You know what? When you said that last time
I was kinda trippin' right, but now
You're right, I am crazy
But you know what else? I don't give a fuck

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 hell bound
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 cemetery
Cryin', I've been lost since my adolescence
Callin' to Jesus ballin' as a youngster
Wonderin' if he sees us young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin'?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitchin'
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 beat bumpin' warlike
Drop some shit
To have these stupid bitches jaws tight

Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight!
I got some niggas in my click that
Make they motherfucking jaws tight now
Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight!
I got some niggas in my click
That make they motherfucking jaws tight
Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight!
I got some niggas in my click that
Make they motherfucking jaws tight now
Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight
I got some niggas in my click
That make they motherfucking jaws tight

The Evil Genius throw them dubs up

You gotta snatch some collars
And let them motherfuckers
Know you there to take them out

Mr x to the you know me (yeah, C'mon)

The love's been lost, the gloves is off
So figure what side you tryin' be on
The barrel or the trigger?
A gang of niggas talkin' the talk
But ain't walkin' the straight line
They tryin' to hide behind the one time
Fuck being scary and constantly with security
I ain't afraid of whatever you faggots
Try to do to me
Shoot at me, try to corner me
Orderlies try to get at me
Flip it like fake identities
Stickin' it to my enemies (Enemies)
And have you runnin' for
Your motherfuckin' lives
Till they put me in a
Courtroom fightin' for mines
The only reason I got foes
That used to be friends
When niggas mumble under they breath
I'm under their skin, so then
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 potholes, I spit flows
That generate straight crack sales
We got those one hitter quitter split a
Nigga like a embryo
Bring it to your crib, to your kids
To your video shoot
Give me the loot, my dues all paid up
The half-assed gettin' rat packed
And sprayed up
You say what? Speak up punk, I can't hear you
You're transparent, Reynold's wrap
I'm seein' clear through
Pray for my downfall, talk like hoes
Mister rack rack the gauge and
Kick in the do'
And motherfuckers tryna say I
Couldn't rap no mo'
Like one monkey gon' stop the show lets go!

Dirty Harry