2pac - War Zone lyrics

[Beats by DJ Creep] [Intro] You have now tuned in to your girlfriend's favorite DJ, DJ Creep Subscribe to get the latest hot mixers [2Pac] Want to know how I did this sh**, want to know how real my sh** is, n***a go read the motherf**ing newspaper you trick-a** n***a I'm stuck in jail [x3] [Verse 1] Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break Show up and motherf**ers bow down, recognize Westside, d**h Row, Outlaw riders Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he sleeping My mini-fourteen murdering n***as while they creeping Duck or you a** out, drink till you pa** out Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my gla**house n***as is under me, they b**hes come to me They heard the stories n***a, now they want to really see Bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed n***as is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin' [Hook] Untouchable riders, murdering n***as (Eminem)You'll never stop me!) Ha! Scared to die (Eminem)You'll all get shot!) [Verse 2: Biggie] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherf**ers think I'm smokin' Yeah that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8 shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra sh** Don't you know that k**ing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangster my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked shots n***as dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's for me Now I'm much older, colder, f** a holster Got the Mac .11's swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain I'm livin' in a house of pain [Hook] [Verse 3: 2Pac] My n***as crooked though it seems My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream A made n***a; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire Will not retire til I'm paid, turn the base up higher When we ride, we fly by, b**hes blow me kisses n***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die Rolling with n***as from Long Beach to Long Isl' I hardly smile cause my heart froze Once I; commence my show rip apart foes And now I, got One Nation it's a crooked compilation Just to end the bullsh**, let's get back to money making Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house My sh** is so wicked when I flip, n***as closing their mouth The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a n***a love, Outlaw! [Hook]