2Pac - Bad Boy Killer

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Fuck em' all
Fuck em' all
Fuck em' all

Verse 1: 2Pac

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em' all

Chorus x2

Now I've been called crazy
To fade me is not possible
I give a fuck
What you thought or who you brought with you
A Bad Boy killer
Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later

Verse 2: 2Pac

Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetery
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus
Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my beat bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight.

Chorus x2

Now I've been called crazy
To fade me is not possible
I give a fuck
What you thought or who you brought with you
A Bad Boy killer
Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later

Verse 3: Tupac

I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll dick em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a fuck what they try...

Verse 4 (cameo): Young Noble]

Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil nigga
And watch the game

Chorus x2

Now I've been called crazy
To fade me is not possible
I give a fuck
What you thought or who you brought with you
A Bad Boy killer
Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin but bitches die later