2Pac — The Hell Raiser Original Version

[Verse 1] When I was comin' up rough, wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now, and run with alcoholics That don't explain the way I came, here we go Just give me my dough and do the show then I'm outtie yo! Runnin' in the back seat, sippin' on the Guinness Fuckin' with a MAC-10 ready to be a menace Time to hit the projects that's where the ballers dwell Fifty niggas mad deep, [?] as well I got my pager, my razor and a 'nuff jewels, a ruff crew In case a motherfucka wanna bust through I'm rollin' through the projects smooth, where they at? Where they at? There they go Them bitch ass niggas hold down the block The one that told the cops I gotta Glock Ayy yo it don't stop - pop pop pop Then hit the pedal, one less motherfucker in the ghetto That's how we do it in the Oaktown, G Fuck around and get smoked down, see Niggas on my tail so I'm ghost One way ticket to the East Coast This kid was loose gettin' major Wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya [Refrain] The hell raiser Hahaha The hell raiser [Verse 2] Strapped with gats at a young age Got ahold of a gauge, and made the motherfucking front page High attack to the block like a cop Open up an operation slangin' rocks First I gotta get a crew full of hustlers And fuck motherfuckers, them niggas can't touch us And now we gotta problem come, you know my M.O Dead bodies found in the Bronx The other dealers wanna do me, I'm popular Got the Glock cocked, sucker don't jock me up Fuck a drive by, nigga take dead aim Load him up in a frame and knock his ass out the game Boom boom was the headlines Young nigga turn killa in the deadline Teamed up with some niggas from Queens Now we're the loudest motherfuckers on the scene Gettin' papes at a mad rate Runnin' up on the fakes And hit the snakes in a bad way Them niggas don't want none, step Fuck around and breathe your last breath Run on me or get your ass capped With a 12 gauge blast to your back I'm not your average nigga, I'm untouchable Shootin' motherfuckers full of rocks [Refrain] The hell raiser The hell raiser [Verse 3] Everybody freeze, niggas on they knees, hush First nigga talk and I bust, trust Run up on your stupid ass, gimme that Peelin' caps back quicker than a snap from a jimmy hat Picture that now, picture this I'm on foot now Runnin' through the streets with my hit list Pistol packin' and jackin' them bustas Niggas want funk but the punks can't touch us And now they got me trapped better kill me Payback's a motherfucker, nigga feel me? We runnin' on non niggas in the dark Puttin' fully automatics to they heart (pull the shit motherfucker) This is where the fun starts, niggas wasn't checkin' Quick to hear me steppin', until I started lettin' off my weapon (buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) The shit I heard 'em niggas screamin' no, but they wasn't screamin' no before (no, no!) Now them niggas, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go Hit the floor or feel the fury of my 44 Them niggas I don't trust tried to rush me Buck buck double line in your guts G And when I die there'll be another hell raiser crazy motherfucker I came up with my criminal behavior, wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya [Outro + Refrain] The hell raiser (I see you all motherfuckers now) (bitch ass motherfuckers) (you love to point your fuckin' finger huh) The hell raiser The hell raiser The hell raiser