DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Laugh At U Clowns lyrics
[DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Laugh At U Clowns lyrics]
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin'
Breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land
Underhanded hit's are planned
These scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Undercover die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends
Fuck friends and foes! Me? A born leader
Never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named
Her "My Bitch Nigga-Eater"
What could they do to me, you lil' brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is
Still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit
But that's after I'm gone
'Cause they fear me in my physical form
Let it be known
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
We guerrilla in this criminal war
We all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on first
Niggas knew we came for murder
Pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely
Screaming, "Fuck all ya'll
Niggas!" in Swahili
Pistol packin', fresh out of jail
I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor
Learned to get high and pull drive-by's
Murder my foes, can't control my 9
Hearin' thoughts of my
Enemies pleadin' please
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass
When I dumped he died, 'cause I'm troublesome
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
"Murder murder" my mind state
Shit ain't changed since my last rhyme – the
Crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry
Tried to warn the little nigga
"Either stop or die"
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep I'm having crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God to forgive me 'cause it's wrong
But I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and
Understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell
'cause I ain't begging for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this
Cursed-ass hopeless life hahaha
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin'
Breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land
Underhanded hit's are planned
These scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Undercover die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends
Fuck friends and foes! Me? A born leader
Never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named
Her "My Bitch Nigga-Eater"
What could they do to me, you lil' brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is
Still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit
But that's after I'm gone
'Cause they fear me in my physical form
Let it be known
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
We guerrilla in this criminal war
We all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on first
Niggas knew we came for murder
Pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely
Screaming, "Fuck all ya'll
Niggas!" in Swahili
Pistol packin', fresh out of jail
I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor
Learned to get high and pull drive-by's
Murder my foes, can't control my 9
Hearin' thoughts of my
Enemies pleadin' please
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump survive
Ran up on his ass
When I dumped he died, 'cause I'm troublesome
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
"Murder murder" my mind state
Shit ain't changed since my last rhyme – the
Crime rate ain't decline
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry
Tried to warn the little nigga
"Either stop or die"
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep I'm having crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God to forgive me 'cause it's wrong
But I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and
Understand I was a G
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell
'cause I ain't begging for my life
Ain't nothing worse than this
Cursed-ass hopeless life hahaha
Spark up blunts by the pounds
My Glock full of rounds
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"
Get 'em up, drop 'em down
Back with the sound
And I laugh at you clowns like "haha!"