[2Pac]
They got me mobbin' like I'm
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas
If they test me trust
I got my glock cocked ready if they press me
Bust some motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blasting
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey
And gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
'Cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck fist across my face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
Keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
But will they? Can I see and everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin' in the streets and I'll be ballin' loc
Don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
With a motha on drugs
I'm kickin' dust up, ready ta bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
Until they kill me
