Open Fire (Letra)

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Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
From out the gutter, thank i’m here though
I’m one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
Cause i could give a fuck about you.
You better duck.
Or i’ll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a fuck.
I’m sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know i ain’t the one to sleep on
I’m under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god i’ve been ready to die
Since i was born
I don’t want no shit
But niggas tripping, yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope i live to see another day, hey
I’m gettin sweated by these undercovers
Who can i trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We’re livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will i blast when its time to shoot’em
Don’t even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
Bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, i hear the sirens,
Run for cover
Over the fence and open fire.

These muthafuckas on my ass, i’m in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like i’m magic
Doing ninety on the freeway
And hitting swithces,
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don’t turn around, i ain’t giving up
Cause they don’t worry me.
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Running out of gas time to park it
I’m on foot, we in the hood,
How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?
I got away cause i’m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know playas stick together
I watch the scene from the roof top
Spittin oogies at the cops that persue me
Beyatch, i’ll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka
Open fire on you bustas.

Don’t try to follow me
I’m headed out of state.
I gotta pay my fuckin bills,
So i’m transporting weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
Tell me who do you fear ?
I’m outta town till they coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year.
They got me runnin from the police
No where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt road
But i ain’t going alive,i rather die than be a convict
I rather fire on my target.
I hit the corner doing 90,
Ahh shit, them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
Now
I jump out the car and open fire.

Ha ha, suckas
Thug life bitch

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Open Fire (Letra)

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Whoop whoop(8x)

[redman]
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc’s by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
No one’s betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style i’m able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who’s on the deal i’ll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, i must’ve been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends i, i get up in you like keith murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire

(redman’s in the area
Keith murray’s in the area
Erick sermon’s in the area)

[erick sermon]
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther’s a drum there’s a beat
And where there’s guns there’s the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don’t know the flava
Its the same reason why i threw away my skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y’all come out the hype description of this
One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
No one invited me so i crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do i be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
Mc’s you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier

[keith murray]
Aaahhhhhh!
Word is bond i collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can’t be defined
In the words i be using when i be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and i bet you blood he’d cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since i commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And god forbid i outrageous people see the l.o.d.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def squad

Open Fire (Letra)

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Whoop whoop(8x)

[redman]
Funky dilemmas, destroy mc’s by process of elimanation
Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
No one’s betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style i’m able
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
Now who’s on the deal i’ll make you feel the real
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, i must’ve been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends i, i get up in you like keith murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave early smokin the lala
Blazay blah come through your block and open fire

(redman’s in the area
Keith murray’s in the area
Erick sermon’s in the area)

[erick sermon]
You best believe
Is this mic on word up
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
The lyrical street fighter call me sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther’s a drum there’s a beat
And where there’s guns there’s the streets
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don’t know the flava
Its the same reason why i threw away my skypager
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
Y’all come out the hype description of this
One time billboard winner, six time gold record list
No one invited me so i crashed and brung the vibe
And broke it out like a rash, who?
So who do i be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo!
Mc’s you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier

[keith murray]
Aaahhhhhh!
Word is bond i collect your con getcha gone like a moron
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can’t be defined
In the words i be using when i be rhymin
Now you can change your whole word back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and i bet you blood he’d cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
Ever since i commenced to subject you to my bullshit
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And god forbid i outrageous people see the l.o.d.
I love beatin you in the head with this
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
Way nicer than the force intended
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
Def squad

Open Fire (Letra)

Tupac

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"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I’m out the gutter, pick a hero
I’m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion’s zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I’ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain’t the one to sleep on, I’m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I’ve been ready to die since I was born
I don’t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It’s a man’s world, niggaz get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I’m getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin thinkin it’s a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last
Will I blast when it’s time to shoot? Don’t even ask
That’s the consequences when ya livin, fast
Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures
Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover
over the fence and open fire

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

These motherfuckers on my ass I’m in traffic, will it be tragic?
I’m comin round the corner like I’m Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don’t turn around I ain’t givin up, cause they don’t worry me
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I’m on foot
We in the hood, how the fuck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I’m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
at the coppers that persue me, beotch!
I be a hustler til it’s over, motherfucker
Open fire on you bustas

"Alright now, here we go"

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Don’t try to follow me, I’m headed outta state
I gotta pay my fuckin bills, so I’m transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I’m outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain’t goin alive, I’d rather die than be a convict
I’d rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh shit!
Them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life!