This song has two versions; this one featuring Outlawz and Daz and the other one featuring The Boot Camp Clik.

This was the first song to have been completed for the album, obviously done while 2Pac was… Read More [Intro: 2Pac]

Live in this motherfucker

Thug Pound, bitch

Kurupt

Daz

Makaveli

E.D.I.

Kastro

Hussein

You know, bitch, the whole motherfuckin' clique

We gon' hit your ass up

You know where we comin' from

Death Row, bitch, hahaha

Ayo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga

And you know how we do it on the Westside, nigga

Ridin', ride on

What, bitch?

We ballin', huh

For real

For real

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

For real, I got a cartridge of blue steel

Cowards hit the panic button, thinkin' that it was what it wasn't (Uh-huh)

Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme don

With the semi-auto, fracture your torso to your spine

The back cracker, smack you with my verbals and graphic grammar

My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama

Get touched by my Arm & Hammer all across the planet

Niggas crumble like granite from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic (Uh-huh)

Probable cause to get hit (Hit), shit (Shit)

Niggas best get physically and mentally fit (Fit)

Show your ho, I ignore her

For real, and I can tell, on the DL, I got an indecent proposal for her (Bitch)

Mashin' in the Ford Explorer, hellhound holds the horror

Escape from the Box of Pandora with somethin' for ya

Get rocked by my midnight Glock

Sniper through sound, vocal viper to invade the block

Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch, the Nicky Scarfo

Comin' through to bust death spreads through camps like Parvo

Young Gotti, Kurupt SC with the dope and the green weed

Indeed, I'm out to get high and supply what you need

Mr. Postman, comin' through with all the mail

What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to hell

[Interlude]

Ayy

Get your hand out my pocket, nigga

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]

I wake up sparkin' and get wild when the streets darken

And plague drinkin' kegs 'til y'all niggas beg pardon

You labeled Pah nerdy, just know I do this job dirty

Like Donna Karan New York, call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

Niggas ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime

My room like the million-dollar bill folded with green blinds

Pages of hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies

Dollar bills is Nintendos, the windows is folded fifties

Y'all old cops lost it, drinkin' the scotch coughless

I don't like movies, so I hit up the Box Office

You the softest, I'm takin' your honeys, they Telly pieces

Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes

My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal

Fight each other like brothers, it's all good, we strong people

More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with

Ill with nasty niggas, my whole crew on some real shit

For real, bitch, the steel clique, I bill with menaces

Your number-one nemesis, pal graphical like Genesis

[Interlude: 2Pac]

Stupid motherfuckers

Outlaw Immortals, bitch

Dogg Pound, Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit

You stupid motherfuckers, don't get chills, man

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Now, take a look inside my mind

That pen' time made me wise and still I rise

'Cause my ambitions as a rider like landmines

Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens

Music so lethal, turn coliseums to murder scenes

I'm Makaveli the Don, that's what they tell me

I'm armed, I'm droppin' niggas like bombs, get in that ass like a thong

Picture a felon in your presence

Takin' busters back to the essence

Tellin' my people peep my lethal message

Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode

Murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow

You can't fight it, nigga, let go

Witness the sound, made your bitch ass bow down to Death Row

Mama, these niggas got me fightin' these three strikes

Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought, it's street Nikes

I put the game down first, put my niggas up on it

Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted, feel me?

[Verse 4: Kastro]

Since my only fear of death is mama cryin' for help

And OG daddy wanna ride when I know he ain't got shit else

Since I'm his only soldier

Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know

Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw (Yo, K), I'll be forgotten for sure

Plus this Thug Life, it got me livin'

Initiated player-hated without givin'

A single fuck

Why they jinglin', baby, all on my nuts?

I be singlin', fingerin' bitches to fuck

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Bitches is wild, niggas is lame

I hung around with real niggas, got exposed to the game

Motherfuckers actin' crazy, busted me in the jaw

Initiated as an Outlaw, hahahaha

[Interlude]

Yeah, motherfucker

[Verse 5: Daz Dillinger]

Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides

And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies

And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep

Enemies rest in peace, deceased fuckin' with me (Niggas is wild)

I gotta accomplish the goal, I'm out seekin' gold

Dispose the strap, gotta let off because I'm rough and raw

Never fell to my knees for shit, 'cause I demand shit

With Diz-Daz Dillinger drillin' you for your shit

On the streets for the sixth time, in and out for the crime

My ranked crimes add up in food stamp, dollars, and dimes

I'm slippin', slidin', fucked up, nigga, what up?

In the cut, flossin' like a motherfucker, what up?

Beside LB, now tell me where you comin' from?

That ain't where I see thangs, and nigga, what's the outcome?

[Verse 6: E.D.I. Mean]

For so many days, and so many ways

We've been duckin' strays they delivers

But still, we some Bad Boy killers for the scrillas

I dump in you niggas' livers, then watch your body shiver

And your mama quiver from the way you just got lit up

Hit up the West Side on my way out (West Side)

Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out

Now y'all gettin' played out

And laid out for public display

On this day, y'all niggas is history

'Cause the whole crew is bitches to me, listen to me

E.D.I., not many of y'all can see me

'Cause I attack that ass like AIDS attacked Eazy, believe me

'Cause although now, I'm just a young stolder

I'm soon to be a gun holder

Initiated to the clique with a left to my lip, now the fuss over