Live It Up (Explicit)-2Pac

I ain't got no friends Take money Yeah I'ma do this track West side Take money MOB Bad Boy killers Take money Hahahaha hey fat boy Take money Verse One 2Pac First off touch your chick and the clique you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy trying to see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a*s tricks We keep on coming while we running for your jewels Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceaser go ask your homie how I'll leave you Cut your trick a*s up leave you in pieces now be deceased Lil Kim don't compensate for real G's Quick to snatch your ugly hair off the streets You Little weave I'll let them suckas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride the night haha Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Mess with me and get your caps peeled You know see Grab ya Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac uhh Who shot me but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta I hit 'em up Interlude 2Pac Yeah straight out on the Bad Boy camp You know how we do it All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin' All the rest of you bustas die slow Verse Two Fatal Get out the way yo Hussein Fatal Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo pass the Mac and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right for settin traps Little accident murderer and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'ma slam you a*s in the paint Puffy weaker than a block I run on you And I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout pretty sour I get packages every hour And hit em up Grab ya Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac uhh Who shot me but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta we hit 'em up Verse Three 2Pac Peep how we do it keep it real it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle all you suckers gettin Killed with ya mouths open Tryin to come up offa me you in the clouds hoping Smokin d**e it's like a sherm high Brothers think they learned to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me All you suckers living bummy why you're messin' with me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison pistols in the air hahaha Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on tha couch And beg the trick to let you sleep in the house ahh Now its all about Versace you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight with my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Little busta I hit em up Verse Four Kadafi I'm from N-E-W Jerz where plenty murders occur No point to comment we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas in de janeiro Big Momma is you coked up or d**ed up Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up Please tell me Is you STUPID I take money crash and mash through Brooklyn With my clique lootin shootin and pollutin ya block With 15 shots cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw mafia clique movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-a*s east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five Idi Amin You is a b writer a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc with Prodigy in a choke hold Totin smoke Outlawz we ain't no joke Thug Life cowards betta be known we approachin In the wide open guns smokin No need for hopin its a battle lost I got em crossed Soon as the funk is poppin off HAHA I hit em up Outro 2Pac/Prince Ital Joe Empty clips set trip You know what time it is Westside Outlaw Thug Life till we die California love california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa Much love to Smiff-N-Wessun Freddie Foxxx Bunchy The Fat Bastard Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich Keep it comin' Outlaw Immortal will never switch Westsiiiide You know what time it is Police informa di bwoy dem a snitch All my real homeboyz in Jerzey Live the thug life and get buried ina di ditch Get up New York uno better respect 2PAC Outlaw An di yute Big dem proud to be black Thug Life to die Jealousy some of them act idiot Westsiiiide Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack Outlaw Live it up or give it up busta 2PAC a di artical an dats a fact Hahahaha Yeah So seh dis an so seh dat You know what time it is New York uno betta respect 2PAC Love bout you hate about me If uno diss u will gonna get a gunshot Take money Gun talkin' automatic mins' Outlaw Immortal will come an attack Take money Eleven's fo'teens Radical posse as we have thug life back Whatever Jamaican posse yes we love 2PAC You wanna see us Have you punks wannabe's Warrior black an di yute nuh smoke crack Bad Boy killers we the realest whatever New York uno better respect 2PAC We got together Outlawz An di yute big dem proud to be black Thugs to the realest feel us Jealousy some of them act idiot All you suckas die Hangin' pondi corner an smoke nuff crack Slow my fo'fo' go bow-bow 2PAC a di artical an dats a fact Kastro Idi close my foes So seh dis an so seh dat Without love no love do ya Respect to my bredren 2PAC Take money You knew it Respect to the hard to kill yute It came with it we bought it we court it THUG LIFE Now I don't give a d**n about what everybody said Forever together we ride we die we high Y'all understand If ya don't know somebody you ain't supposed to judge em FOREVER THUG LIFE That yute big ya done OUTLAW RIDAHZ WESTSIIIIIDE M.O.B. *echoes*