2 Pac

Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
From out the gutter, thank i'm here though
I'm one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
Cause i could give a fuck about you.
You better duck.
Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a fuck.
I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know i ain't the one to sleep on
I'm under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god i've been ready to die
Since i was born
I don't want no shit
But niggas tripping, yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope i live to see another day, hey
I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers
Who can i trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We're livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will i blast when its time to shoot'em
Don't even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
Bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, i hear the sirens,
Run for cover
Over the fence and open fire.
These muthafuckas on my ass, i'm in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like i'm magic