DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Spell Out My Name lyrics
[DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Spell Out My Name lyrics]
Alright, I'm ready for this motherfucker
I guess these motherfuckers wanna take
Me out the business, right?
I guess I ain't east coast enough
For my niggas back in New
York, and I ain't west coast for
These niggas on the west, huh?
Fuck everybody, haha
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas
Tryin' to hide ya holes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause
The times be slow i keep my mind on dough
You never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep, livin' in these wicked times
Peep niggas after me cause they see
I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, bleed
Enemies and my range is on
You're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckers better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Could be wrong but I never
Got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin'
Niggas duck from Glocks and all the time
My mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but
I bought me a Benz
My fake friends say they love me
But I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they
Hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin'
Like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin'
Only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way, swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from
All the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried
It's goin' down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust
With my heartless style
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr magic
Cuttin' up the hit's And even
Though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught
Up in the madness juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from
The project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick
To stab Remember mama's cookin', no school
Straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned
Cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles cause
We ain't payin' call the cuties cuss words
But we only playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck, no luck
I had to move around a lot
Cause my moms was stuck
I had family, but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Yo nigga, man fuck 'Pac that nigga West Coast
That nigga ain't fuckin' with us
Always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man? That
Nigga ain't from the West Coast
Man fuck 'Pac, fuck that nigga
That nigga ain't really down
Rapin' ass nigga, "I didn't do it"
Fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga
Let that nigga go to jail!
And fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Fuck you too nigga! (DJ Chop Up Exclusive)
I guess these motherfuckers wanna take
Me out the business, right?
I guess I ain't east coast enough
For my niggas back in New
York, and I ain't west coast for
These niggas on the west, huh?
Fuck everybody, haha
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas
Tryin' to hide ya holes
I'm gettin' high off buddha cause
The times be slow i keep my mind on dough
You never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G
In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep, livin' in these wicked times
Peep niggas after me cause they see
I'm stackin' G's and heat
You can holler if you want to, please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, bleed
Enemies and my range is on
You're in the danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline
You suckers better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Could be wrong but I never
Got along with cops
It's like they stuck from makin'
Niggas duck from Glocks and all the time
My mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rollin' my bucket but
I bought me a Benz
My fake friends say they love me
But I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they
Hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin'
Like the demon's inside
Will 'em away in the mornin'
Only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way, swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from
All the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried
It's goin' down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust
With my heartless style
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin' to Mr magic
Cuttin' up the hit's And even
Though I had a habit
Makin' words rhyme I was caught
Up in the madness juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from
The project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick
To stab Remember mama's cookin', no school
Straight hookin'
And tryin' to get with light skinned
Cause she good lookin'
And jumpin' over turnstiles cause
We ain't payin' call the cuties cuss words
But we only playin'
I'm prayin' I can get a buck, no luck
I had to move around a lot
Cause my moms was stuck
I had family, but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Time to go loc'd out, buck buck!
Motherfucker, blast these sellouts
I raise hell out when they spell out
My name! Two P-A-C
Come look at the way that I drop shit
2Pac is back with Chop, bitch!
Yo nigga, man fuck 'Pac that nigga West Coast
That nigga ain't fuckin' with us
Always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man? That
Nigga ain't from the West Coast
Man fuck 'Pac, fuck that nigga
That nigga ain't really down
Rapin' ass nigga, "I didn't do it"
Fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga
Let that nigga go to jail!
And fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga
Fuck you too nigga! (DJ Chop Up Exclusive)