2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted (Letra)
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
You done put two of America’s most wanted in the same
Motherfuckin’ place at the same motherfuckin’ time
Y’all niggas about to feel this
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin’ condoms
Have one on us aiight
Picture-perfect
I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention’s to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin’ homey
You’se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho’ ‘nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I’m back in the courtroom waiting on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that’s on a nigga’s mind
But at the same time, it seem they tryin’ to take mine
So I’mma get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin’ cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit’s about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I’m losing my religion, I’m vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be acting like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I’ve got nothing but love for my niggas living lavish
I’ve got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I’ve got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And…I think I’ve got a black Beemer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
It feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G’s and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride!
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin’ for years so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin’ these motherfuckin’ G’s
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
Ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party
Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
You done put two of America’s most wanted in the same
Motherfuckin’ place at the same motherfuckin’ time
Y’all niggas about to feel this
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin’ condoms
Have one on us aiight
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever’s left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flea: “these niggas must be crazy, what?”
There ain’t no mercy, motherfuckers can’t fade the thugs
You thought it was but it wasn’t. Now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It’s like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin’
Everybody in the party doin’ dope-slangin’
You gotta have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doing your job every day
And then you work so hard til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the gun’s kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block!
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I’m trying to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
