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    2Pac / Lyrics

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    "When We Ride" Lyrics

    2Pac feat. Outlawz

    Album:
    track 5 on disc 2
    All Eyez On Me [1996]
    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:05:20
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    Outlaw Immortalz
    Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick
    Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
    They know
    You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch
    Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
    blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach
    each nigga on every street
    May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
    of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
    The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick
    Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit
    Just me and my dogs livin like hogs
    Outlaw Immortalz
    What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
    What lies between is the fiction
    Don't fuck around and make it true

    [Tupac]
    Hahahahahaha
    My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe
    I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
    Plus my alias is Makaveli
    A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt
    Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
    with a sick-ass nigga like me
    They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared
    for the Outlawz, here we come

    [Hussein Fatal]
    They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table
    I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel
    Rap-related criminally activated and evil
    I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle
    Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies
    You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
    Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
    Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo

    [Kastro]
    I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols
    The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
    Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
    Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you
    Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
    Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
    and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs
    I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate

    [Napoleon]
    My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be
    robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin
    But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin
    befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin
    I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
    If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
    Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation
    is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

    Chorus: Tupac

    Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
    on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!
    Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
    on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!

    [Mussolini]
    It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
    Mentally unstable juice status, so you can't see me
    Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets
    Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets
    Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber
    For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
    Suicidal thoughts lurkin there can no end to revenge
    Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

    [Idi Amin]
    They call me Idi, from the side of seedy
    Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy
    It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence
    to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin
    to my fuckin last nut, with Lo-Pole and Kastro
    Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though
    Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
    Ain't no chance to hide when we ride

    [Khadafi]
    My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
    Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me
    Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon
    while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin
    Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome
    Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin
    It's like it's me against myself with all these
    backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth

    [Mo Khomani]
    Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer
    The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
    I'm that nigga with the fifty-cow couch, with the murderous stacks
    that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef
    It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
    And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
    Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin
    Now I'm surpassin any assassin

    Chorus 2X

    [Tupac]
    Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby
    Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit
    Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini
    Amin, Naploleon, Khomani
    What y'all really wanna do?
    Haha like them niggaz said
    "What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew"
    Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
    Flashin on niggaz
    Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life
    But we Outlaw Immortalz
    We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga
    Like I'll make you famous motherfucker
    I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit
    My niggas make the papers baby
    My niggas make the front page
    Multiple gunshots (fades)
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by BRUCE WASHINGTON, MARK S JORDAN, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, TYRUSS HIMES, YAFEU A FULA.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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