2Pac - Open Fire lyrics

Alright now, here we go

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me?
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and stayin' high 'til I die
My competition's zero
'Cause I could give a fuck about you
You better duck
Go or I'll be forced to hit yo' ass up
I give a fuck
I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked
Ass cops to come and get me
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
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup
You keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens
Run for cover over the fence and open fire

Alright now, here we go

These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic
Will it be tragic?
I'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway
And hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn around I ain't givin' up
Cause they don't worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to park it
I'm on foot we in the hood
How the fuck they gon' catch a crook? haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop
Spittin' loogies
At the coppers that pursue me, beotch!
I be a hustler 'til it's over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas

Alright now, here we go

Don't try to follow me
I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin' bills
So I'm transportin' weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin'
Droppin' keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta
Town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
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
I hit the corner doin' ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire
Sucka!

Ha ha haha, Thug Life
Bitch! goin' out like that