Open Fire

歌詞

"Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin, fast Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire "Alright now, here we go" Verse Two: 2Pac These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches In a high speed chase with these punk bitches Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha I got away cause I'm clever Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker Open fire on you bustas "Alright now, here we go" Verse Three: 2Pac Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough dope to last a year They got me running from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit! Them bitches right behind me They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life!