2pac - 5 Shotz lyrics

[Intro: 2pac] Where the f** do these n***as live where all this sh** be goin' down? You want to know how I did this sh**? You want to know how real my sh** is? n***a, go read the mothaf**in' newspaper, you trick-a** n***a [Verse 1: 2pac] How many broke-down rappers got some sh** to say? I sit and strategize, in due time, them b**hes pay Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead Check this, I know you n***as got no love for me But how the f** your whole clique turn to thugs, homie? Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang You n***as ain't ready for war, let my balls hang Bust it, I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep and murder The Firm When you scream "Fake thugs," who the f** you mean? Get more cream than all of y'all, n***a, f** your team Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war Last year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your a** gone Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your sh** knocked, you can't win Tell 'em all to let the games begin, we havin' war games Yeah n***a, y'all n***as can't fade this sh** Got shot 5 times, got out of jail on bail And sold 5 million [Hook: 2pac] I'm a self-made millionaire! Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the air (Background while Chorus: Sold more records then all you trick muthaf**az put together More then the Firm, more then Bad Boy, murder Mobb Deep) 5 shots couldn't drop me: I took it and smiled (3x) (3rd time parallel:) Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K, I'm still the thug that you love to hate (love to hate, love to hate) [Verse 2:] [? 4 different Rappers, but not 2Pac] [Hook] [Verse 3: 2pac] First off, f** your b**h and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I f**ed your wife We bust on Bad Boys, n***as f**ed for life Plus Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-a** b**hes We keep on coming while we running for your j**els Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie how I'll leave you Cut your young a** up, leave you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, don't f** around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly a** off the streets So f** peace I'll let them n***as know it's on for life So let the Westside ride the night Bad Boys murdered on wax and k**ed f** with me and get your caps peeled You know [Hook] [Outro: 2pac] [?]