2Pac — Gangster Love

[Intro: 2pac] We takin' this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet [Verse 1: 2pac] Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep Niggas after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat You can holler if you want to, please!! I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed!! Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles [Chorus: 2pac] These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 2: 2pac] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from Glocks And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down Even now I wonder will I still be around My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild I came up out this dust with my heartless style [Chorus: 2pac] These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip On a funky-dope track jump back Strapped with a fat boota sack and a 7-8 flak Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with O.G. players don't set trip Or you might get what we call a rat pack I don't slack when it come to street I kick real G funk to a Gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz I make ends, spend my dough I'm no foe That's how it is, and that's how it goes Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to them playas that I know is real G's [Chorus: 2pac] Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Verse 4: Eazy-E] Dump dump on fools with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a G-ster, an OG-ster (Who's that?) A real playa named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk fools payin' me And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on the record shelf I don't brag, but I do it like a straight up is Before you do a record, partna, handle your business And don't get caught slippin' on the under Or you might wonder (What's up on dem ends, G?) I call a spade a spade, and get paid G's show the way, so I give love to 'em That O.G.P.I.M PILMO, GILMO Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya Straight to the dirt, fool I do work Nobody move, nobody get hurt That's how it is when it come to me Cause I'm the short but quickest player name Eazy Women can't play me some say I'm crazy But I don't think so, coming if your loco I give a damn about a skankless trick Let me hit it one time and trick that's it But don't trip, gives my dough to no foe That's how it is, I got no love for ya [Chorus: 2pac] These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style [Outro: 2pac] You mothafuckas all about my motherfuckin' hell being though [laughs] This shit thuggish, fo' life, I told y'all, it's album three see G sound, freestyle Motherfuckin' Young Thugs in this motherfucker [laughs]