Open Fire

"Alright now, here we go"

Verse One: 2Pac

Tell me, how many real motherfkers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfkers 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 fk about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo as* up I give a fk
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked as* cops to come and get me
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 s**t but 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, 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 , 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 motherfkers on my as* 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 girls
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
p*ssy as* girls better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the fk 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, motherfker
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 fkin bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigg*, 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 s**t!
Them girls right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fkin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life!