2Pac — Animosity Freestyle

[Verse 1: Warren G] Conjunction junction, what's my function? I'm workin' up tracks to tap niggas that function It's not 2Pac or that nigga Dr. Dre It's the motherfucking gangsta from around the way (Hey) The one that brings you styles on timesy-wimesy That's why so hard to find me Conduction, construction when I bust Choo-choo, bustas, it's a must, let me bust, let me bust Because I got to bust off of the top of the H-E-A-D It's a must with my nigga Richie Rich and 2Pac It's Warren G, yo, I got a cliggy-clock Ends with my nigga SN double O P D O double G— Y-D-O double to the G Let me come back 'cause I'm like this, see The LB to the motherfuckin' gangsta C Niggas don't hear me though, baby It's Warren G endo I'm kinda crazy Don't trip off me, bro Let me just kick a motherfucka 'cause I flow for my homie [Verse 2: Richie Rich] Well, I can take one, two and let you know that it be hype Standin' up finna shoot the shot to young Syke What you wanna do is throw your flow to let 'em know When it's comin' R-F-E double E, though (Woo) One time for the camera, Richard's come to slam ya Pickin' out your hat, yeah, Georgetown's phat With the bulldog, ooh wee, why's he wanna do me? Rich could give a fuck about a tramp and a hoochie I hang with niggas from the block like 2Pac What you wanna do is try to keep him locked 'Cause uhh if a nigga he tries to play ya Although he's telling your kid like he's a playa but Don't bang, hang don't it What you wanna do is get away from in front of me [?] didn't mean to do it [?] I thought you knew it [Verse 3: 2Pac] And I'll be pickin' up the slack It's thug 2Pacalypse now to grab the gat and rip the track 'Cause it's all about— makin' money Ain't a damn thing funny, work me up, sonny I be like calm in my business, time to hit that shit I'm rippin' up the track 'cause I be down with the clique And all my niggas in the house we hella drunk We went and got some Tanqueray, nigga, we ain't no punks It's time to get our drink on, nigga And smoke lots of dank and uh What we do, we takin' money to the bank 'Cause this is all in the paper's Bitches be catchin' vapors and uhh Clinton couldn't fuckin' save us And it's all in 'cause niggas be ballin' I drive a fuckin' Benz 'cause I'm all in And don't be havin' friends Just niggas like to talk a lot, that's what we see That's why we made this fuckin' jam animosity I won't quit, I talk a lot of shit But buck it all up, 'cause I'll be ready to throw 'em up But niggas don't wanna slang 'em 'cause I bring 'em I be, 165 but I'm high 'til I fuckin' die So you what you wanna do? Bring your whole fuckin' crew And my Glock'll have them niggas runnin' up the block My nigga Syke, he do what the fuck he like And he's next on the mic, so won't you hit these niggas hella high [Verse 4: Big Syke] Never again will I ever trust a bitch You can get that ass if they think you're rich Hungry bitches, I can spot 'em a mile away They get nice when it's close to they birthday All of you do is hang around and stay down And don't try to front, you fuckin' clown 'Cause your woman is fine but she ain't yours 'Cause she creepin' through my motherfuckin' back door It feels good the way I make her moan 'Cause she don't get served like this at home If I keep her too late, she might get in trouble You think highly but I got to bust your bubble 'Cause a mack's gotta do what a mack's gotta do She bragged to her friends, so I fucked her crew 'Cause I'm single and a gangsta got to mingle And while I was stabbin' it, ooh, it tingled I'ma leave 'em, I'ma leave 'em, yeah, I can see But when you do, you won't be with me Like being with me, that's my change But you cookie hungry hoes [?] So let a bitch be a bitch, and a ho be a ho 'Cause if you blaze and roll, you will never know So never again, never again So don't get a woman, just have friends So fuck a motherfuckin' bitch