Two-Man Show-2Pac

Two-Man Show - 2Pac Intro [2Pac] I ain't got no muthaf**kin' friends What y'all niggas talkin' about Hell yeah I'm a do this muthaf**kin' track (Right) And they know exactly Who I'm talkin' about too You old b**ch made niggas Verse 1 [2Pac] Cause Uh Niggas talk plenty sh*t So many tricks I f**ked your b**ch Cause I'm true to this Witness the hit You talk bad about a ni**a When I got blasted Hope you made a little money While the funk lasted Heard they call you Big Poppa Ni**a how you figure Cause to me You'll always be a phoney fat ni**a I can't be copy these And wearin' Versachi Ni**a you run or buck Scared as f**k If the guns would bust Now niggas talk I got a list Of player haters the fakes You b**ch niggas Gettin' blown away You cross-eyed Down syndrome Crack baby So you and Puffy are tough Now that's crazy I got your a** in my sight Niggas dyin' tonight We screamin' West Side for life And I can't wait To see you niggas in traffic Cause we gonna get 'em up (Ha ha ha) When you see me You better bust Cause I'm a hit 'em up Chorus [Tupac] Grab your glocks When you see Tupac (Uh) Call the cops When you see Tupac (Uh) Who shot me But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath Of a menace Ni**a we hit 'em up Verse 2 [Napolean] It's hard to explain This wasn't my thang When I was younger Before my sh*t I swear to God I'll make you stick Just to make a come up Niggas run up Cause more murder For the money Got caught up Tryin' to make a harder record Should have been on checked Cause I bet you And it's for life You'll never gonna see a ni**a like me Wantin' a battle up on T.V. I'd rather release Some of these And put a slug To you buster a** niggas That continue to squeeze I got some niggas Back in Jersey That would rather be jackin' cars And robbin' b**ch niggas Like y'all for emergency Let's take it back To the West Side Them niggas Sure gonna be ridahs And plus we Thug Life niggas So call us multiply Finger on the trigger B**ches stand and rise But we don't trust 'em They might be the first That we gonna bust up Just label me a Bad Boy Killer You Mobb Deep b**ches Gonna feel us When we turn into killers Hit 'em up Verse 3 [E.D.I] Now this is me B. K. All day Ain't no frontin' Ain't no quicker Strictly Bad Boy killin' Shoot that a** like a squealer Now let this muthaf**ka Top down I'm fittin' to drop rounds Lettin' these sounds Pop and then I'm hot bound Seein' them shatter Shootin' my sh*t To work a lease go What's up to the ridahs In L.A. Don't preach on up To the East O. Shootin' that so See low Circle That sh*t don't hurt you Made to turn you purple Wanna take a plane But we enemies To the game Well get that a** tamed Simple and plain Y'all know the name Drama Ridahs Through the whole night Niggas get taught Then we bobbin' through They hits slow No need for runnin' Cause we don't give a f**k Beside the funky man We got to hit they a** On up Verse 4 [Hussein Fatal] Get out the way Yo Get out the way Yo Biggie Smalls just got shot And I'm a true eagle Stormin' Ni**a don't need your fat a** In California I catch you On any East Coast corner And your a** is a goner Puffy hit the f**kin' block I'll run at you ni**a And I'll smoke the Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you ni**a With the ready power Ducked in my guess Under my Eddie Bower You clothes petty sour I push bomb packages Every hour My sons past When slappin' nickels On glass forties So hurry the cash You made on that F Without your a** shorty I got a team Of simple boutable souls With my ears like Yoda Quick as a cobra And never sober Verse 5 [Khadafi] I'm on a twelve o' clock Cruise to Brooklyn And I'm lookin' For the thirl in your barrel Ready to get his life tookin' So where your killers at You fake trick E.D.I. will leave your coward a** Stripped And a full clip In your stomach You been all year ni**a Runnin' Poppin' every coward And every ni**a behind you I made it about impossible For you niggas to escape Another murder Or visit to the hospital I can't wait Meet up with all you b**ches In the streets So I can leave all you cowards Covered in white sheets When we hit 'em up Verse 6 [Storm] If you a big bad muthaf**ka Come step to this I got your life in the hit And one hidden in the clip Who wanna test this To the 1 2 3 Bound to get they a** Put under Cause the Storm Is bringin' nothin' but thunder Who's the bomb ni**a Quick to feel that Kill that sorry ni**a Situation Naw Naw Who's the bigger trigger I approached the two g's You though I was easy Now you beggin' on your knees Pleasey