2Pac — Tha Lunatic

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Oh shit, jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve-inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee, this is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip' cause I run shit Hip-hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet sex Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a Kotex, snappin' motherfuckers necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from Niggas get dumb with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps coming when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from the lunatic [Chorus: Stretch] Yeah, fuck that dawg, word up Blowin' niggas out the motherfuckin' frame, you know what I'm sayin'? Constantly, fuck that trick, we ain't havin' it [Verse 2: 2Pac] Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las 'Cause I'm nothin' nice and, I'm icin' like Tyson I'm grippin' the mic and my DJ is slicin' I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin' to me with the same old Tryin' to do me like Nintendo How the fuck you think I ever got this far? By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star 'Cause I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC Think crack had you fiendin', wait'll they get a load of me Bitches on my dick like a motherfuckin' condom Niggas wanna flip, let 'em step, and I'll bomb 'em See somethin' you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you sittin' there, wonder where your money went While your bitch is callin' me, tellin' me to come again Nigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin' like a bitch, 'cause your whole fuckin' posse broke out Punk motherfucker couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, nigga Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this Feel the wrath, and revenge of the lunatic [Chorus: Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell 'em motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin' it, none of that shit Bitch ass niggas, niggas can't fuck with us Tu', word up '91, we takin' this whole motherfucker over Niggas got problems in '91, '92, and '93 And all that other shit (Word up) [Verse 3: 2Pac] Recognize game when it smacks you, bitch I'm back to rip Puttin' this on the map with this mackin' shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel 'cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father Act like you know 'fore I thump the bolo Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin' for my solo Oh no, not another new jack, swearin' that he's ruthless Ducked and now he's fucked and left toothless I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared You're scared and you're bound to go It's somethin', I guess I let the beat keep bumpin' Stop trippin' off these niggas 'cause they ain't about nuttin' Or should I say naythin' Punk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-in I'm sick of the bullshit Come equipped and get ready to rip Or get the dick of the lunatic [Chorus: Stretch] Ah yeah, fuck that, you know what I'm sayin'? (The motherfuckin' lunatic) Yes, Tu' Tell them niggas what time it is, 'kna'm sayin'? (Punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic) Niggas can't fuck with us, word up Bitch ass niggas, fuck 'em [Outro: 2Pac] Fuck all them niggas I'm tellin' these niggas that they ain't got Naythin' on a nigga like me We squashin' these punk motherfuckers in '91 '92, '93, and so on So let the beat float on While I spray these punk bitches With these dope ass lyrics Thanks to Poppa for supplyin' the dank Now it's money in the bank And all y'all niggas shit stank Compared to this shit Fuck y'all punk bitches The Lunatic