2Pac — Fire On My Target ft. Prodigy

[Verse 1: 2Pac] I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go! Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I’m livin? Haaah I’m a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die [Prodigy] Lord Forgive me The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act I'm fallin' and I can't turn back Until my death You walkin' with your head down, scared to look God bless my soul [Hook] They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target, oh shit! [Prodigy] We got the illest combination of this right here man Ha-ha, uh man, y'all runnin' out of steam already? That's all y'all got man? That's all y'all got man?! [Verse 2: Prodigy] It go one, two, three to the fourth That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the Unified States Sit down and sup with the top rap reps We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do Infamous Might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin' Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs, we outta there Pushin' to the limit like Montana did Army bags full of money, bullet proof this And that too, put some in the roof Niggas be shootin' from windows, we untouchable Yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs Make albums that click more than little drugs [Hook] They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target, oh shit! [Verse 3: 2Pac] Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no shit but niggas trip and, yo, it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggas get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey! I'm gettin' sweated by these undercovers Who can I trust, got my mama stressin', thinkin' it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We livin' a drug life, THUG LIFE, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin' fast Don't turn around I ain't givin' up, cause they don't worry me Pussy ass bitches better bury me, bury me! [Hook] They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road But I ain't goin' alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target, oh shit! (x2)