2Pac — 5 Shotz RonniezZz remix

[Intro: 2pac] Where the fuck do these niggas live where all this shit be goin' down? You want to know how I did this shit? You want to know how real my shit is? Nigga, go read the mothafuckin' newspaper, you trick-ass nigga [Verse 1: 2pac] How many broke-down rappers got some shit to say? I sit and strategize, in due time, them bitches pay Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead Check this, I know you niggas got no love for me But how the fuck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie? Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang You niggas ain't ready for war, let my balls hang Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm When you scream "Fake thugs," who the fuck you mean? Get more cream than all of y'all, nigga, fuck your team Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war Last year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your ass gone Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your shit knocked, you can't win Tell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games Yeah nigga, y'all niggas can't fade this shit Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail And sold 5 million [Hook: 2pac] I'm a self-made millionaire! Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the air (Background while Chorus: Sold more records then all you trick muthafuckaz put together More then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep) 5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled (3x) (3rd time parallel:) Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate) [Verse 2:] [? 4 different Rappers, but not 2Pac] [Hook] [Verse 3: 2pac] First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches We keep on coming while we running for your jewels Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know it's on for life So let the Westside ride the night Bad Boys murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get your caps peeled You know [Hook] [Outro: 2pac] [?]