2pac & Snoop Dogg - Full Live Concert at The House of Blues (1996) HQ

Full Live, of 4 Jully 1996(c). Performing at The House of Blues with: [2pac, Outlawz, K-Ci & Jojo, Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound&Nate Dogg].
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Artist: Tupac
Album: Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues DVD
Record label: Eagle Rock Ent.

Tracklist:
No Titles Performer (s) Trackt:
1. "Ambitionz az a Ridah" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:00:46
2. "So Many Tears" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:02:59
3. "Troublesome" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:04:24
4. "Hit 'Em Up" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:07:55
5. "Tattoo Tears" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:12:03
6. "All About U" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:14:42
7. "Never Call U Bitch Again" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:17:25
8. "Freek'n You" (2Pac, Outlawz)0:20:10
9. "How Do You Want It" (2Pac, K-Ci & Jojo)0:22:18
10. "What Would You Do" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
11. "Murder Was the Case" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
12. "Tha Shiznit" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
13. "If We All Gonna Fuck" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
14. "Some Bomb Azz (Pussy)" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
15. "Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
16. "New York" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
17. "Big Pimpin'" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
18. "Do What I Feel" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
19. "G'z and Hustlas" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
20. "Who Am I (What's My Name)" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
21. "Me In Your World" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
22. "For My Niggaz and Bitches" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
23. "Doggfather" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
24. "Gin and Juice" (Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg)
25. "2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" (2Pac, Snoop Dogg)1:25:01

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars

This life as a rap star is nothin without heart

Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public

My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it

To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease

Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be

Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her

While she hot, and horny, go up inside her

Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe

You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke

I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial

From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual

From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up

I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us

I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin

Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa ! )

I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory

No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted

Now it's on and it's on because I said so

Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row

Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious

Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us

But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)

Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night

Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me

These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me

Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya

Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna fuck with me

Got the police bustin at me

But they can't do nuttin to a G

I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah

You don't wanna....

Back in elementary, I thrived on misery

Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed

Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest

Until I got that Thug Life tattooed on my chest

Tell me can you feel me ? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last

Be tha first to blast, remember Kato

No longer with us he's deceased

Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets

Now rest in peace

Is there heaven for a G ? Remember me

So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears

Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears

Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means

Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen

And fuck the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions

Of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me ?

I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last...

Be tha first to blast...

Hey! Go to the newt shit man!..

Hey! yoh..

Hey! yoh!!

I got some new shit for ya all the night...

Oh! Yes!!

See...

It's the nigga as name Nas?...

and i kicked it with the nigga as name Mobb Deep...

and i kicked it with the nigga as name Bad Boy...

But I say: Fuck'Em All!!

so about take this nigga be..

i represent what is our motherfucker be!!

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon

Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Can you picture my specific plan

To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned

Scams are plotted over grams and rocks

And undercover agents die by the random shots

We all die in the end, so revenge we swore

I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes

Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata

Got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata

What could they do to me that little brat ?

Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get(hahaha) their ass

How can I show you how I feel inside ?

We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride

Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone

Cause they fear me in the physical form let it be known

I'm troublesome

La la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]

Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto

We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels

Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do

We came for murder, pullin' up in a herse

Westside was the warcry bustin' all freely screaming "Fuck"

All ya'll niggas in Swahili

Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back

Release me to care of my heartless trap

Say my name three times like Candyman

Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche

A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys

Murder my foes, can't control my nine

Hearin' thoughts of my ennemies pleadin' please

Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee

Picture me lettin' this chump survive

Ran up on his ass when I dumped, he died

Cause I'm troublesome..

Tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times]

Murder murder my mind state shit ain't change since my last rhyme

The crime rate ain't decline

Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind

Like twenty live to life never crossed their mind

Tell me young nigga never learned a thang

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry

Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream

Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams

Vivid pictures of my ennemies and family times

God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die

Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep

Did the best I could, raised in insanity

Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life

Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life

Cause I'm troublesome!!...

(One Love To My Nigga Suge..)

(Was Up Nigga?)

(Swear He Is..)

(You know?..)

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim

West side when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceasar, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight hahahah

Bad Boyz murdered on wax, and killed

Fuck wit' me and get ya cap spilt, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Yes yoh!!

Outlawz is Mutherfucker!!

West Coast!!

For Life!!

Give Me!! Give Me!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Biggie Smallz just got dropped

Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks

Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya

Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank

Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement

Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga

And, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer

Ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour

And hit em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel

This aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin

Killed with ya mouths open

Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping

Smokin dope it's like a sherm high

Niggaz think they learned to fly

But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die

Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me

All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me

I'm a self made milionare

Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha

Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch

And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh

Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled

Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK

I'm still the thug you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit em up

I'm from N W New Jers.

Where plenty of murder occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenerio

Little Ceas'

I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees

Copin' pleas with these

Little Kim is yah

Coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I take money,

Crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot,

Cocked glock to your knot

Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch

And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

You'se a B-writer

Pac style taker

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing slut but a faker

So fill the Alazhay with a chaser

'bout to get murdered for the paper

E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)

Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggaz better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

It's a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

Nigga, I hit 'em up...

I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Now, Rock-a-bye baby, I'm thugged out and so crazy

Don't want to hurt a soul nigga, so don't make me

I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes

My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through

But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll

Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets

Even on the other side brothers die, but ride

Niggaz get high off a slow form of suicide

Hide the closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties

I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin tragically

How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece

I know I'm probably hellbound, but we got to eat

I'm seeing Satin infiltratin; my military mind

Make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin

Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through

To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears;

Now, I said many times busters still can't see

Y'all niggaz can't fuck with me (Outlaw)

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears

Thugged out baby!

many times busters still can't see...

can't fuck with me...

I been, handlin stress in this shit for years

Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears...

You probably crooked as the last trick; wanna laugh

At how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch

Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run

It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!

Wise decisions, based on lies we livin

Scandalous times, this game's like my religion

You could be rollin with a thug

Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love

In every club, I see you starin like you want it

Well baby if you got it better flaunt it

Let the liquor help you get up on it

I'm still tipsy from last night

Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life

I try to holla but you tell me you taken

Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin

Guess it's true what they tellin me

Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity

So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit

Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)

Addicted to the things you do, but still true

What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you

Every other city we go,

every other vi-de-o

It's all about you

No matter where I go,

I see the same hoe

all about you

Every other city we go,

every other vi-de-o

It's all about you

No matter where I go,

I see the same hoe

I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know

I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave

Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out

with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz

cause we comin from the same place

Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes

How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care

Creep though, weed smoke's into the air

Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes

waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show

I just seen you in my friend's, video

Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go

Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..

It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!

It's all about you!

Every other city we go,

every other vi-de-o

It's all about you

No matter where I go

I see the same hoe

all about you

Every other city we go

every other vi-de-o

It's all about you

No matter where I go,

I see the same hoe

You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track

A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff

When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll

Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll

Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next

Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly

Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me

Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya

At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia...

Uhh.. I Swear I'll never call you bitch again,

believe me...

Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence

I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent

I get to thinkin bout this shit, we been through

We close like kin but you remain my friend to

This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble

But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you

Reminiscin needin tissues, fightin over childish issues

Swear I can't live witchu but withouchu every day I miss you

When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich

You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin witchu

Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I see yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind

I promise that I'll change in time

It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend

I swear I'll never call you bitch again,

Believe me!!..

I swear I'll never call you bitch again...

I wake up early in the mornin, at the crack of dawn

Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin, and now I'm gone

Tryin to get my money on strong, so an early riser

Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time

Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me

Plus we been beefin with the East coast, with casualites

Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me

But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me

My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin

Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin

got me out of jail, You paid bail, home again

I promise not to leave you on your own again

Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped

It's so frantic but don't panic cause we crossed the top

I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend

I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me.

that's my word...

I swear I'll never call you bitch again,

believe me...

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

Love tha way you activate your hips

And push your ass out

Gotta nigga wantin'

It's so bad

I'm about to pass out

Wanna dig you

And I can't even lie about it

Baby just eleviate your cloths

Time to fly up out it

Catch you at a club

Oh shit, you got me fiendin'

Body talken shit to me

But I can't comprehend the meaning

Now if ya wanna roll with me

Then here's ya chance

Doin 80 on tha freeway

Wait police, catch me if they can

Forgive me i'm a ridah

Still i'm just a simple man

All I want is money

Fuck tha fame

I'm a simple man

Mr. International

Playa with tha passport

Just like a ladder bitch

Get you anything you ask for

It's either him or me

Champagne, Hennessy

A favorite of my homies

When we floss on our enemies

Witness as we creep to a low speed

Peep what a ho need

Puff some more weed

Funk, ya don't need

Approachin' hochies with a passion

Been a long day

But i've been drivin' by attraction

In a strong way

Your body is bangin'

Baby I love it when ya flaunt it

Time to give it to daddy nigga

Now tell me how you want it...

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

Tell me is it cool to fuck ?

You think I come to talk

Am I a fool or what ?

Positions on tha floor

It's like erotic

Ironic

Cause i'm somewhat psychotic

I'm hitten' switches on bitches

Like i been fixed with hydraulics

Up and down like a roller coaster

Come up beside ya

I ain't quitin' till tha show is over

Cause i'm a ridah

In and out just like a robbery

I'll probably be a freak

And let you get ontop of me

Get her rockin' these

Nights full of Alazhay

A livin' legend

You ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days

Deloris Tucker

You's a muthafucker

Instead of tryin' to help a nigga

You destroy a brotha

Worst than tha others

Bill Clinton

Mr. Bob Dole

You too old to understand tha way tha game is told

You're lame

So I gotta hit you with tha high facts

Won't someone listen ?

Makin' millions

Niggas top that

They ratha see me in a cell

Livin' in hell

With only a few of us to live to tell

Now everybody talken about us

I could give a fuck

I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss

Nigga tell me how you want it...

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

Raised as a youth

Tell truth

I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof

Cause I jumped on tha roof

Before I was a teenager

Mobile phone

Skypager

Game rules

I'm livin' major

My adversaries

Is lookin' worried

They paranoid of getten' buried

One of us gonna see tha cemetary

They wonder if my life style's changed

And am I through with all the pain

Survivin' in this game

And still the same

Honey, just meet me at the strip club, bring a thong

Look how they shakin' for that cash

Once again, it's on

I have no sympathy for those who afraid of mystery

Come get with me, I promise passion and ecstacy

I'm alone, can I come over

There tonight?

Depend on me, the one to handle it and get it right

Your body is bangin'

Baby I love it when ya flaunt it

Time to give it to daddy baby...

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

How do you want it

How do you feel it

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real

As I look up at the sky

My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg

Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin

I stop breathin, damn I see deamons

Dear God, I wonder can ya save me

I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby

I think it's too late for prayin, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin

"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"

How long will I live ?

"Eternal life and forever "

And will I be, the G that I was ?

"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed does

So relax your soul, let me take control

Close your eyes...

Murder was the case

Murder was the case

Murder was the case

Murder was the case

murder was the case

I'm fresh up out my coma

I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner

It's gonna take a miracle they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet

And everything that nigga said, came to reality

Livin like a baller lo

Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke

I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag

And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

"Just remember who changed your mind

Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'

Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven...

No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

Cuz it's the O. G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggaz stare as I enter the center

They send me to a level 3 yard, that's where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor

Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

Cuz you can't tell what's next

My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two

I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Murder...

Murder...

Murder...

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven

One Eight Seven...

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit

When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it

I lay back in the cut retain myself

Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth

How can I makes my grip

And how should I make that nigga straight slip

Set trip, gotta get him for his grip

as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother

mission, wishin, upon a star

Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar

In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real

Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill

to the next Episode

I make money, and I really don't love hoes

Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe

I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops

But now I, make, hits, every single day

With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre

So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot

It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop