[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)