2 Of Americaz Most Wanted
(Snoop): Up out of there
(Tupac): *chuckles*
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
You done put two of Amerikaz
most wanted in the same
muthafuckin' place
at the same muthafuckin' time
Ya'll niggas about to feel this
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Break out the champange glasses
and muthafuckin' condoms
Have one on us, aight?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Picture Perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bombin' the hoochies with percision my intensions to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P dogg, my fuckin' homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them all
(Snoop): Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, plus some gangsta shit
(Tupac): So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas cathcin' cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion, I am vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got some rules missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys muthafucka
Now follow as we riiiiide
Muthafucka the rest, two of the best from the West side
And can I make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these, muthafuckin G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Tupac): Nothin but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin but a gangsta party
it ain't nothin' but a
muthafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Now give me fifty fee
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flee, these niggasw must be crazy, what?
Theere ain't no mercy muthafuckas who can fade the Thugs
(hahah, right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now diasppear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin'
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl
Ya' doin' ya' job, everyday
And then you work so hard 'til ya' turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and 'bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with the glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin' in the black Bens, tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill, on the block
Schemes for currency and doe relateated
Affiliated witht he hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
(Tupac): *chuckles*
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
You done put two of Amerikaz
most wanted in the same
muthafuckin' place
at the same muthafuckin' time
Ya'll niggas about to feel this
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Break out the champange glasses
and muthafuckin' condoms
Have one on us, aight?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Picture Perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bombin' the hoochies with percision my intensions to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P dogg, my fuckin' homie
You's a cold ass nigga on them all
(Snoop): Sure enough I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I am back in the court room waitin' on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, plus some gangsta shit
(Tupac): So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas cathcin' cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion, I am vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got some rules missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
and I, think I got a black Beamer
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys muthafucka
Now follow as we riiiiide
Muthafucka the rest, two of the best from the West side
And can I make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop ballin' these, muthafuckin G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Tupac): Nothin but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin but a gangsta party
it ain't nothin' but a
muthafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Now give me fifty fee
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flee, these niggasw must be crazy, what?
Theere ain't no mercy muthafuckas who can fade the Thugs
(hahah, right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now diasppear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin'
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl
Ya' doin' ya' job, everyday
And then you work so hard 'til ya' turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and 'bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with the glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin' in the black Bens, tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill, on the block
Schemes for currency and doe relateated
Affiliated witht he hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
Credits
Writer(s): Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud
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