2Pac - Watch Ya Mouth lyrics

I heard some shit, Yo this
I heard this nigga dissed you?
Uhhh 'sup nigga
Just talkin' a whole buncha shit
Let this be my motherfuckin' reply
To that little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it trying to get with me
Bring it live nigga worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)

You heard it wrong nigga
Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless
Quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
Niggas left with they ass bleeding


Lyrical fucking (Woah)
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down 'cause I
Might clown in the dark
When I check for the Heartz of
Men what do we find?
Niggas watching for my pockets
Planning plots on mine am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat in six years
Swear he the shit
Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick
Let me get my preach on, nigga drop the beat
I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Mothafucka watch your mouth

Come on, come on live like this nigga
Come on, come on silly nigga
Watch ya mouth stick and move
Stick and move bring the muthafuckin' hands
Bring the heat bring the funk
Ayy yo 'Pac swing on that trick nigga
Let's do it

Look I heard Nas got beef
'cause I'm dissing his clique
Cool (Skinny nigga) come bring your ass nigga you can get dissed
I'm worldwide steady war rapping
Get your cash on nigga, five times platinum
(How many you sold?) what's that
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
Ever since "Me Myself and
I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin' the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's the truth
I got a jar full of niggas nuts slurp, slurp
That's for you
Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease
I'll come along to your own streets, Outlaw
Prepare for panic when I unleash
Niggas is lucky if they leave
Here in one piece (Watch your muthafuckin')
Cream Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part
Watch your mouth

Don Makaveli stick and move
Stick and move killuminati style, nigga
Keep your muthafuckin' hands up
Killuminati style
Yea, we gonna do this for a while
I got a lot of shit you know how we do it
Killuminati let's do this nigga

What I bring to you is hardcore
The very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic so you backward ass niggas
Will know it's me
The only G to bleed for the shit I bring
And swing hard on mothafuckas that's my thing
Vocally I'm pure so you OD tryna to throw me
Don't get your life took trying
To run with your homies
Y'all know me, same nigga so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash trying
To get some cash
Holla, my name and the game will follow
Wait, and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside
You's a lying mothafucka, nigga we ride
Watch your mouth

Love that shit! I love that thug shit!
I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside
(I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(How I love that thug shit)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(All the niggas in the streets)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly, fly bitches, out there)
For my niggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly if you out there)
For my niggas down south no doubt
(If you out there)
For my niggas down south no doubt
(The bitches is bomb)
For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly niggas, fly niggas)
For my niggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly niggas, getting by)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly and getting high)
For my niggas down south no doubt
For my niggas down south no doubt come on
My dream is to see real
Niggas and real bitches
Get to together and have real
Kids and have a real life and get real money
Come on, uh my problem: Fake niggas always
Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
Come on, uh
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yeah and game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough, rugged
And raw come on, yea
Outlaw, Westside, Death Row, Thug Life
Dre can't fuck with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial to live and die In LA
To live in and die in LA
They say Dre can't fuck with this
Heyye-ye-yeyeye
Uh, Dre can't fuck with this, heyeheye
Ha ha hahahahaa yeah nigga, the prodigal son
Ya this might have been
Your muthafuckin' record label
When you was here, nigga
When you see where you at, and you
See where the fuck I'm at, nigga
Westside, Death Row the Untouchable style
Nigga i took your shit, you bitch made nigga
You up out of this shit, nigga
You got erased nigga
You know the muthafuckin' history
MOB nigga, mob-style
We don't like your trick ass
You up out of here, nigga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' nigga
You don't even come out no more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart
Nigga? FUCK YOU