Tupac:
Spice heres go them niggas yo
Hit that shit, hit that shit.
We all niggaz going down where the fuck ya all going down.
Spice 1:
Damn aint this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
On this ol playa haten ass shit.
Know what Im sayin?
Understand me?
When I was broke you all niggaz didnt give a fuck
If I was pissin on myself, or shittin off tha bay bridge, nigga.
Now you in my mutha fuckin mix talkin that ol crazy shit,
Thats alright cuz Im gonna bust a cap in that ass.
Me and pac goin let you know about
That ol playa haten ass shit though.
Ya see these jealous mutha fuckaz
That be playin me g
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That aint feeling me
It aint easy
To kill a g
A mutha fuckin playa
From tha f - a - to tha c
Back stabbers in tha mutha fuckin place
Smilin in my face
I got my hand on my gun
Cuz they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin one
Im for leavin bodies numb
Im a g mutha fucker
Cant you see
Im a g
Rollin deep
With my phat fo-fo uzi
I comes with a big phat gat
And hollow point clip
And quick
To be a soldier
By my shit
So nigga
Dont try no mo shit
No ho shit
Cuz when I was broke
Nigga didnt give a fuck
About my statis
Now that Im at this
Im loced out
And livin lavish
So fuck tha gun control
About ta bust a cap nigga
Cuz tha jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac:
Now niggaz know that tha jealous got me strapped
Stepping close to the edge
I got tha cops and tha feds on my back
And theres no way that Im giving up
I rather bury you bitches
Cuz aint no to marks gonna worry my riches
If I catch yo ass in traffic (humm)
You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire
Or get blasted (booo yahh!!)
Ill be damned if I drop
It dont stop
Im boxin mutha fuckaz with my glock
A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga
I figure my mashfurd pump will show them punks whos bigger (blah)
And even if I did fall -- Ill still ball
Im bustin mutha fuckers with my back against the wall
Till these jealous ass bitches kill me
Ill be thugin like a mutha fucker
Nigga feel me
And aint no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
Cuz these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
Jealous got me strapped...
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run...
Spice 1:
Homie ya know if I dont be runnin with my strap
Then I might get blasted
Get blasted or blast
Thats how Im livin
So I blast and blast the bastard
I cant be worried about no jail time
Cuz niggaz they tryin ta take my head
I cant have shit if a nigga dead
So I bust back
And break the bitch niggaz off propa
With a four-four take nine a chopper
And try and decapatate a niggaz arms from with his shoulders
These jealous niggaz dont know they fuckin around with a soldier
I dont be slippin
So nigga dont wait for me ta fall
And if I got enough
A hallow tip will smoke em all, yall
Envious niggaz prepare to fly off ya feet
Cuz Im commin with some mutha fuckin heat
Playa, so keep ya aim straight
And hit a nigga on tha first shot
Cuz Im a be tryin ta make your mutha fuckin heart stop
And dont be screamin out for your family bitch
Cuz it was your choice
That we jump into this gangsta shit
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
Tupac: jealous got me strapped
Spice 1: I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run
