Tupac Talking Hey, Suge
What
I tell you nigga,
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do?
I was gonna
start diggin' into these niggas chest right?
Watch this, hey Quik let me see
them binoculars, nigga
Them binoculars
Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga
Time
to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest nigga cause its gon' be a long one
Now
me and Quik gonna show you niggas what its like on this side
The real side
Now
on this ride there's gonna be some real mothafuckas and there's gonna be some
pussies
Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The
pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your
eyes on the prize cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some niggas on your
side that say they your friends but in real life, they your enemies
And then
you got some mothafuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they
eyes is on your money
See enemies'll say the true
But in real life them
niggas will be snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful
about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get wild
y'all
Keep your mind on your riches baby
Keep your mind on your riches Verse 1
9-1-1 its an emergency
Cowards
tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard
of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise
than a liar, and cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a
vicious mothafucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug
niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit that's
what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching
up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw, you get left
And every breath I
breathe
Until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a
G
I rip the crowd then I start again
Internally I live in sin until the
moment that they let me breathe again
The heartz of men Chorus No heart for the righteous
I was in every gang
There was about
five I was in all of them
Which ever one was winning (That's my side)
The
Heartz of Men I was the one
fighting the chicks
A chick made a move with me like this one too I got a
swollen eye once
I had my fists up ready like this ...
Motherfucker put
your hands down Verse 2
My
lyrical verse
With so much pain that to some niggas it hurts
My guns bust
If
you ain't one of us
It gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swole
In
fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw
And five-o get your lights on
The fight's
on
Tonight's gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll
My own homies say
I'm heartless
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by
niggas bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, a niggas out now
Throw
up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga getting
drugged out
I can be a villain if yah let me
I'll motherfuck ya if ya do
upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone
number
Then start again
Don't have no motherfuckin' friends nigga
Look
inside the heartz of men Chorus No heart for the righteous
Everybody knows
where my niggas been
Every week he get his ass wiping
He never wins a
fight, but he always wants to fight you
(Deep in the hearts of men)
No
heart for the righteous
You don't get out of the way I'ma kick your ass
(Deep
in the hearts of men)
Well, well, that's an ass wiping, I gotta take Verse 3 To all my niggas engaged in making money in the 50 states
Keep your
mind on your chips, and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear, my pistol
closed in hands
Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
Give
me my money and label me as a Don
If niggas is having problems I open fire a
bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a gang of
crack
Thugging is in my spirit
I'm lost and not known
Scarred up, but
still flown
Energizers still going (uh)
Can it be fate, that makes a sick
mother fucker break
On these jealous ass cowards cause they evil and fake?
What
will it take?
Just give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb
Deathrow baby
don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat
And let me start again
Representin'
cause I been sent
The Heartz of Men Chorus No heart for
the righteous
.. slapped me upside the head again
One of those good ones
too, sounded (kieya)
I ain't never even shot nobody And I was in every gang
There was about five
and I was in all of them
Which ever one was winning (That's my side)
I was
the one fighting the chicks | 