2Pac - Fire On My Target (ft. Prodigy) lyrics

I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker
The motherfuckin' dust kicker
Who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga
Before you bust? My name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin'
From my smokin' Glock
And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin'
Bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I’m livin?
Haaah I’m a hustler
Buckin' busters 'til they die

Lord Forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Until my death
You walkin' with your head down
Scared to look god bless my soul

They got me runnin' 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
They got me runnin' 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, oh shit!

We got the illest combination of
This right here man ha ha, uh man
Y'all runnin' out of steam already?
That's all y'all got man?
That's all y'all got man?!

It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all
Across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin', boy
Move diligent you better walk like a nigga
On a tightrope do infamous
Might catch me in a burgundy chair
My shirt blockin'
Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs
We outta there
Pushin' to the limit like Montana did
Army bags full of money, bullet proof this
And that too, put some in the roof
Niggas be shootin' from windows
We untouchable
Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
Make albums that click more than little drugs

They got me runnin' 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
They got me runnin' 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, oh shit!

Niggas 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 shit but niggas 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, niggas get played
Another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey!
I'm gettin' sweated by these undercovers
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 livin' 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
Don't turn around I ain't givin' up
Cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me, bury me!

They got me runnin' 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
They got me runnin' 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, oh shit!