2Pac — Die/Dumpin Original Version

[Intro] Like this Blastin', dumpin' Bitch [Verse 1: Gonzoe] I got my pistol cocked and my knife 'Bout to slice this nigga windpipe Throwin' tops, swervin' me on the dice Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness But the nigga I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark ass bitch) Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface From the Glock, the lead waste Diggin' out your chest plate up straight Trimmin' you from your winge and hit the gate, I'm not waitin' Thinking between and runnin' on my escape Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate The terrorist doin' on niggas who we {​Glock cocked}​ Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist When I slit yo' wrist With the the styles of ruckus south central Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side) I'm doin' niggas in the rap tussle Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle I'm hand on muzzles to you whack MC's Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall To my tactics chin checkin' in charge like chart, I want it all The loot, the chronic, plus the dips First nigga that flinches catch a bullet from my hip In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling nigga [Verse 2: 2Pac] Murderous mind state, can't keep my 9 straight Sippin' on this Hennessy, waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw ridaz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well-known felons, labelled for drug-sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in the fog Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin' My Mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin' Uh, duck or you ass out, drink 'til you pass out Ain't scared to die, drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me They heard the stories, nigga, now they wanna really see "Bomb first" my motto, it's fully guaranteed Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies— [Refrain 1: 2Pac] Look out young nigga! 'Cause it's time to dump I'm versatile ,mothafuckas What type of rhyme you want? Niggas got me in they sight Now I'm runnin' for my life Tell me! What's that, West Side like? West side! [Verse 3: Kurupt] I'm all about the paper chase 'cause the paper makes life so great Plus, haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles Catch me rollin' all the fuck around with the top down (Nigga, what?) Realest with the microphone Most murder masher verbal disaster Creator, 38 stasher In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first So pump curt curse, it's the curse of the pump pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped It's the mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm death-defying, bitches lyin' sayin' I ain't cute Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch, I ain't Snoop (What?) [Verse 4: Scarlo] One bone bitch ready to go for broke Hittin' up your marks with my motherfuckin' 4 I'm comin' up about the Hills so feel I'm ready for the static And niggas on my team is the full flesh automatic Planting all you hoes in your motherfuckin' place A bitch named Scarlo is steppin' up in your face I'm dustin' off you chumps with the .44 slugs And livin' from the lichter bro I'm ready to pull your plug So, nigga, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah So bitch you better get a grip on gangs You fuckin' with the hillside, mentally insane Point of no return and now my life is on the edge Believin' in my misery I fucked her in the yeah Giuseppe called me up and told me so I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go 'Cause you can run, hide (Hide) But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape You know my gat won't letcha run, hide But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape You know my gat won't letcha West side for life Biaaaaaatch! [Refrain 2: 2Pac] I'm dumpin' Empty my gun It's time to run 'Cause here come the cops I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks Nigga I'm dumpin' Empty my clip Forever bustin' East Coast nigga rushin' Mothafucka, I'll be dumpin' [Verse 5: Nutt-So] Killer! Loaded them things, nigga, it's time to dump Sneakin' on niggas that be sleepin' when they ass in the trunk You slipped, then got crept on, now it's ride time To the hills where niggas kill and peel your shit on skyline It's die time, and can't any niggas save g So kneel to your fuckin' knees and feel this 45 fade you Aimin' for heads, pumpin' lead 'til I bury you Niggas be duckin' but I swingin' low like chariot No love, pumpin' slugs like I'm servin' dogs Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, "What's up?" Lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire My 45 smoked and broke ya And nothin' hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open Gats smokin' no jokin', Bullets to me Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin'