2pac - Deadly Combination (Remix) lyrics

[2Pac- echoing at each break] Yeah, n***a, yeah. That's right. Baby. This how we do it [2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think n***as is tryin' to k** me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points till they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they're petrified b**hes I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world till I'm gone b**hes be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it This Thug Life n***a, we don't cater to you hoes f** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at yo' do' With fo'-fo's.. hahahahaha, yeah n***a Thug Life [The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates f** Him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin' bout some "praise the Lord" sh** Hail Mary, f** her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean With the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm sh**tin' The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin' n***as keep stressin', the same motherf**in' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, Ron G, stop the break [Big L] I be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G I'll Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin' the finest sh** money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' My lifestyle is far out Every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream Yeah, yeah; Big L, Harlem's finest, yeah That n***a who hold it down for Uptown [2Pac] Hahahaha, this how we do it out here On this underground real sh** n***a, it's the heat n***a Now rewind this motherf**er, you know you can't help it Deadly combination bwoy