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Tupac
Ohh s**t! Jumped on my man's d*ck
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the b*tch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee! This is the life
New b*tch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run s**t
Hip hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
blood as a coat-check, snappin motherfkers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
get done with the drum, watch my foes run
nigg* keeps comin when they can't slip
Full of that s**t, another hit from Tha' Lunatic
Stretch
Yeah, fk that God! Word up
Blowin out the motherfkin frame yaknahmsayin?
Constantly.. fk that trick, we ain't havin it
Tupac
Leave me the fk alone, you gets none of this
It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
Cause I'm nothin nice and, I'm icin like Tyson
I'm grippin the mic and, my DJ is slicin
I'm tired of motherfkers steppin to me with the SAME OLD
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fk you think I ever got this far?
By bootin motherfkers like a shootin star
Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin, wait'll they get a load of me
girls on my d*ck, like a motherfkin 'conda
wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em
See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
While your b*tch is callin me, tellin me to come again
nigg* I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out
Lookin like a b*tch, cause your whole fkin posse, broke out
Punk motherfker couldn't roll on
He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigg*
Leave me the fk alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath.. and revenge of Tha' Lunatic
Stretch
Yeah Tu', tell them motherfkers, word up
We ain't havin it, NONE of that s**t!!
b*tch as* , can't fk with us Tu', word up
Ninety-one, we takin this WHOLE motherfker over
got PROBLEMS in ninety-one
Ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other s**t, word up!
Tupac
Recognize game when it smacks your b*tch I'm back to rip
Puttin this on the map with this mackin s**t
Time will tell if it's made well
Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I'm funky, that's word to the father
Act like you know 'fore I thump, the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he's ruthless
Ducked, and now he's fked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin, I guess I let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these cause they ain't about nuttin
Or should I say NAYthin
Punk put my tape in, fk all the fake-in
I'm sick of the bulls**t
Come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the d*ck of Tha' Lunatic
Stretch
Ahhhh yeah! fcK THAT! (the motherfkin lunatic)
YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'!
Tell them what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk motherfkers, get the d*ck of the lunatic)
can't fk with us, word up
b*tch as* , fcK EM!
Tupac
fk all them
I'm tellin these that they ain't got..
NAYthin on a nigg* like me
We squashin these punk motherfkers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and SO on
So let the beat FLOAT on
While I spray these PUNK girls
with these dope as* lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin the DANK
Now it's money in the BANK
And all y'all s**t STANK
compared to this s**t..
fk y'all punk girls!
Tha' Lunatic echoes to fade