Jim Jones, 40 Cal - Tupac Joint lyrics

Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood
Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged
Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin'
I rock my jewelry through
The scurriest streets
I keep my ears to the streets
And I ain't scared of police
Lord knows that I got various beefs
So could you pray for the weak
You know the wolves prey on the sheep
So we hustle everyday of the week
That's why we fuck up all the paper we see
We hit the clubs, fuckin ladies for free
Getting drunk, off and hazin' the V
And every couple days we get sweeped
Around the clock we bumpin' and clickin'
You gotta watch cause when they
Come they be blitzin'

Now this is for my homies and my thugs
One million in the truck
And the chrome full of slugs
(Fully Automatic)
You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged
(Boom!bang) i'm a ghetto nigga for life
The streets is in my blood (DIPSET)

Now this is for my homies and my thugs
One million in the truck
And the chrome full of sluts
(Fully Automatic)
You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged
(Boom!bang) i'm a ghetto nigga for life
The streets is in my blood (BYRDGANG)

Ya niggas dyin'
While you other niggas is hidin'
Might be strapped
But you runnin' and ain't ridin'
So I'm slidin' to the place down the hill
Where the homies is murda and when
It's poppin' down to kill on the real
The only way a motherfucker try to survive
Is knowin' that he 'bout to die, and ride
I told Face he was the realest in the game
And he smiled and told me 'Pac
Was the realest that they came
In the jungle
I walk like I'm the king of the beasts
So when you duck huntin'
Keep movin' cause I'm swingin' the heat
I might go out of town
Move fakin' is none of that
And never leave up out the hood
The way I can't come back fuck that
Hussein in the street game frame
Life is a struggle, so with the heat take aim
I'm ghetto
Don't ever think I'm him it's not me
Cuz I love this motherfucker like
Pills in a hot tea

Why ya act like I'm new to this?
Mack to the uzi clip when it comes to beef
We all packed like Luis Rich
Battlin' is ludicrous, half of ya uterus
Matter fact, Jimmy, pass me the "Kufi List"
What you think niggas got goons for?
The mass menace at ya door
Like a costume ball (hello)
My flow is like when you throw a 'Pac tune on
The only time you get tax is
When you cop new 'gords, dog
I make it happen with no sarcasm
So it ain't the station wagon
When you see me dodge magnums (get it?)
If I don't hit you when the clip fills
Like the show off the blind date
Ya know the fifth will
Break niggas like big bills, when it peels
Sit still, shit's real
Listen you a kid's meal
And I eat those, reload, heat blown
Keep those kilos, cause we go beast mode