2Pac, Stretch - Tha' Lunatic lyrics

Oh shit, jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve-inch
Now the bitch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with DU
Now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee, this is the life
New bitch every night
Never tripped off a wife it ain't right
But it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the
Lip' cause I run shit
Hip-hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition
What a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they
Wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a Kotex
Snappin' motherfuckers necks


Revenge so sweet when it comes from
Niggas get dumb with the drum
Watch my foes run
Nigga keeps coming when they can't slip
Full of that shit
Another hit from the lunatic

Yeah, fuck that dawg, word up
Blowin' niggas out the motherfuckin' frame
You know what I'm sayin'?
Constantly, fuck that trick
We ain't havin' it

Leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this it's suicidal
You lose your title like Doug las
'Cause I'm nothin' nice and
I'm icin' like Tyson
I'm grippin' the mic and my DJ is slicin'
I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin' to
Me with the same old
Tryin' to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin'
Wait'll they get a load of me
Bitches on my dick like
A motherfuckin' condom
Niggas wanna flip, let 'em step
And I'll bomb 'em see somethin' you want
Why don't you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed
Like the government
Then I leave you sittin' there
Wonder where your money went
While your bitch is callin' me
Tellin' me to come again
Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though
After you get broke like a window
That's what you provoked
And now you're smoked out
Lookin' like a bitch
'cause your whole fuckin' posse broke out
Punk motherfucker couldn't roll on
He couldn't hold on, game is too strong
Nigga leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this
Feel the wrath, and revenge of the lunatic

Yeah Tu', tell 'em motherfuckers, word up
We ain't havin' it, none of that shit
Bitch ass niggas, niggas can't
Fuck with us Tu', word up
'91, we takin' this whole motherfucker over
Niggas got problems in '91, '92, and '93
And all that other shit (Word up)

Recognize game when it smacks you
Bitch I'm back to rip
Puttin' this on the map
With this mackin' shit
Time will tell if it's made well
Well I raise hell and excel
'cause it pays well
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder
Pump it any farther
I'm funky, that's word to the father
Act like you know 'fore I thump the bolo
Thought you was a pimp
Now you're simpin' for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack
Swearin' that he's ruthless
Ducked and now he's fucked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow
You ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin'
I guess I let the beat keep bumpin'
Stop trippin' off these niggas 'cause
They ain't about nuttin'
Or should I say naythin'
Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in
I'm sick of the bullshit
Come equipped and get ready to rip
Or get the dick of the lunatic

Ah yeah, fuck that, you know what I'm sayin'?
(The motherfuckin' lunatic) yes, Tu'
Tell them niggas what time it is
'kna'm sayin'? (Punk motherfuckers
Get the dick of the lunatic)
Niggas can't fuck with us, word up
Bitch ass niggas, fuck 'em

Fuck all them niggas
I'm tellin' these niggas that they ain't got
Naythin' on a nigga like me
We squashin' these punk motherfuckers in '91
'92, '93, and so on so let the beat float on
While I spray these punk bitches
With these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin' the dank
Now it's money in the bank
And all y'all niggas shit stank
Compared to this shit
Fuck y'all punk bitches the Lunatic