2Pac — U Don’t Have 2 Worry Original Version

[Intro: 2Pac] (Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me, nigga) (C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car, man) You say you scared to ride in my car (Yo why you trippin' man? Get in the fuckin' car, man) 'Cause you, you think niggas gon' be blastin' at it (Get in the fuckin' car.. get in the car) It ain't even that deep baby [Hook: 2Pac] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [Verse 1: 2Pac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my comp Gettin' wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump While niggas run I'm the last one standin', the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggas died by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin' past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggas never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck Quit bullshitin' nigga 'cause I'm still fuckin' yo' bitch Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [Hook: 2Pac] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes Let them punks know One love One nation One love One nation [Verse 2: Storm] Now outlaw immortals is the clique, boss player Mr. Makaveli I be that Bonnie putting pretty gauge to your belly Now can you tell what's my next move Say you're in the game but you don't know the rules fool You call my name in vain as I proceed to issue the pain Immortally insane, so I gives a goddamn Trigger hand kinda twitchy, niggas actin' kinda bitchy But they pass on by cuz I got killers with me Deep in the midsts no snitches or witnesses Just a gangsta party with the deadliest constituents [Verse 3: Young Noble & Kastro] This Outlawz bitch, what the fuck you didn't know? Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt My niggas couldn't fade me with some clippers We put it down, look all around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you [Verse 4: Kadafi] Kadafi I bring the lingo to the clique Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child And still wild [Hook: 2Pac] You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let them punks know You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let them punks know You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let them punks know