2pac - 2Pac - 211 to 187 lyrics

[Intro] You think you can take me? You'll need a f**in' army! [Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac] 211, 187 Hit em with the duct tape Hit em with the black trey Now we get their f**in safe (x3) Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Tell me, how many real motherf**ers feel me? I smoke a blunt And freak the funk until these jealous motherf**ers k** me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion zero Cause I could give a f** about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f** I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me n***as 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 sh** but n***as 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, n***as get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey [Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac] 211, 187 Hit em with the duct tape Hit em with the black trey Now we get their f**in safe (x3) Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2) [Verse 2: 2Pac] These motherf**ers on my a** 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 b**hes Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me p**y a** b**hes better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the f** 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, b**h! I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**er Open fire on you bustas )B-b-b**h! I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**er Open fire on you bustas!) [Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac] 211, 187 Hit em with the duct tape Hit em with the black trey Now we get their f**in safe (x3) Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my f**in bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my n***a, 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 sh**! Them b**hes right behind me! They take a shot and hit my f**in tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, s**er! (They take a shot and hit my f**in tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, s**er!) [Hook x2: DJ Chop as 2Pac] 211, 187 Hit em with the duct tape Hit em with the black trey Now we get their f**in safe (x3) Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)