DJ Chop Up - 2Pac, Eazy-E - 2 Hot lyrics
[DJ Chop Up - 2Pac, Eazy-E - 2 Hot lyrics]
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me
Was the penitentiary still ballin'
Ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama
I'm a thug nigga up before the sun rise
Quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga
Then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch made niggas, hit 'em up
Westside!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger
Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped
Then fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California is where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggas wondered why
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead nigga still ballin'
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggas holla out my name and
It's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin'
So they runnin' to they graves
Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from Compton
‘Cause E don't give a fuck
Where you coward niggas now?
Blast, keep pumpin'
Ain't worried about nothin'
Busters thought we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin' still ballin'
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me
Was the penitentiary still ballin'
Ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama
I'm a thug nigga up before the sun rise
Quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga
Then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch made niggas, hit 'em up
Westside!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger
Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped
Then fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California is where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggas wondered why
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead nigga still ballin'
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggas holla out my name and
It's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin'
So they runnin' to they graves
Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from Compton
‘Cause E don't give a fuck
Where you coward niggas now?
Blast, keep pumpin'
Ain't worried about nothin'
Busters thought we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin' still ballin'
Back from the dead eazy-E, 2016
With my mothafuckin' nigga DJ Chop
With the homie 2Pac back up, Back up
Motherfuckers are 2 Hot