2Pac — Fight Music

[INTRO] {Omar Epps - Q} You're crazy man! {Tupac - Bishop} You know what? When you said that last time I was kinda trippin' right, but now You're right, I am crazy But you know what else? I don't give a fuck [Verse 1: 2Pac] Check it out Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell bound Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down My game plan to be trained heavy, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery Cryin', I've been lost since my adolescence, callin' to Jesus Ballin' as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us Young black males, crack sales got me three strikes Livin' in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin'? Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitchin' Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my beat bumpin' warlike Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight [Hook] Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight! I got some niggas in my click that make they motherfucking jaws tight now Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight! I got some niggas in my click that make they motherfucking jaws tight Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight! I got some niggas in my click that make they motherfucking jaws tight now Go, niggas wanna get it on, let's fight I got some niggas in my click that make they motherfucking jaws tight [Bridge] {Scratches} The Evil Genius Throw them dubs up {Tupac - Bishop} You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out {Xzibit} Mr. X to the you know me (Yeah, C'mon!) [Verse 2: Xzibit] The love's been lost, the gloves is off, so figure What side you tryin' be on, the barrel or the trigger? A gang of niggas talkin' the talk, but ain't walkin' the straight line They tryin' to hide behind the one time Fuck being scary and constantly with security I ain't afraid of whatever you faggots try to do to me Shoot at me, try to corner me, orderlies try to get at me Flip it like fake identities, stickin' it to my enemies (Enemies!) And have you runnin' for your motherfuckin' lives Till they put me in a courtroom fightin' for mines The only reason I got foes that used to be friends When niggas mumble under they breath, I'm under their skin, so then I pray for the strength to handle what my city bring Better stand for something, or your bound to fall for anything The pitfalls, the potholes, I spit flows that generate straight crack sales, we got those One hitter quitter split a nigga like a embryo Bring it to your crib, to your kids, to your video shoot Give me the loot, my dues all paid up The half-assed gettin' rat packed and sprayed up You say what? Speak up punk, I can't hear you You're transparent, Reynold's wrap, I'm seein' clear through Pray for my downfall, talk like hoes Mister rack rack the gauge and kick in the do' And motherfuckers tryna say I couldn't rap no mo' Like one monkey gon' stop the show Lets go! Dirty Harry