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Wanted Dead Or Alive Lyrics - Artist : 2Pac
Nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nuthin' but a gangsta party [2Pac:] Got me up against the fence, back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool if ain’t no justice for the Dogg Got to take it out on all, y'all Better read the papers, all my homies goin' crazy, baby Only God could save us Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I ain't worried It's a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize When we ride it’s a must adversaries die every time [Snoop Doggy Dogg:] Yes, yes, y'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg And you know it's like that y'all [Snoop Doggy Dogg:] I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done I'm servin' any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone Corleone, now do you know what that mean? A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme It's like what happen can happen but will it stop That won't happen I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Ayo Pac, can you feel me? Why these fools, tryin' to kill me? It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive [2Pac:] We ballin' in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin' Once implemented it’s represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead or alive We riders, ban us cause we inquired and watch the G's ride Two of America's most, straight out the West Coast Bow down fool, this is Death Row Been waitin' way too long, fresh out the pen, now it's on C'mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone [Snoop Doggy Dogg:] Ain't nothin' changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme Me and the homey Pac trippin' Death Row on knobs Gon survive by Eastside of DPG'z Still creepin' bump through the hood, always involved in the streets (Westside) Snoop Doggy Dogg homie, did you forget who I was The big homie to you, there it is and there it was Now take a look through the eyes of a G And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat [2Pac:] All my homies tellin' me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me Throw up your hands if you feel me We gettin' dollars, homie, holler if you hear me It's one time for my comrades doin' bad lockdown Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down Can you visualize perfection Cause every ryder in my set labelled a vet best in their profession Don't hold your breath, stick to Smith |
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