Crooked I - 2 of Amerika's Most Wanted (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] Turn the lights out I'm with from the motherf**in top I'm with 2Pac in this b**h Capitol R sh**, n***a aw sh** It's the Row Mixx b**h Let 'em know, n***a [Verse 1: 2Pac ] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision My intensions' to get richer With the S-N- Double O-P, Dogg my motherf**in' homie Youse a cold a** n***a on them hoes [Crooked I] And it goes I got both heaters co*ked And I'm ready to ride Whoever's ready for beef Better be ready to hide 75 shots for whoever survives Yeah, n***as leave the scene, but never alive I'm in a cut-up-drop with a s*ut up top I got a come up plot, don't come up shot What up Pac? [2Pac] So now they got us laced Two multimillionaire motherf**ers catchin' cases b**hes get ready for the throw down This sh**'s about to go down Aw, me and Snoop about to clown I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin' n***as be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nothin' but love for my n***as livin' lavish [Crooked I] Yeah, we livin' lavish y'all Getting' cabbage is our habit y'all Before it's over, Ima have it all Have your broad in a camisole With the cameras on Countin' money while I ram it dog They been hating since they ran with the blue Let my enemies witness me in a new blue infinity coupe Sipping Coke mixed with Hennessy too Whoever ain't a friend of me in this Industry Is finna be brew, yeah you [2Pac] Now follow as we ride Motherf**er the rest, two of the best from the Westside And I can make you famous n***as been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin' these, motherf**in' G's If you got it better flaunt it Another warrant, two of Amerikaz most wanted [Hook: Crooked I] Westcoast, Tha Row mix n***a Ain't nothing but a gangsta party Nuthin' but a gangsta party It's Tha Row with the worldwide gangsta party [Verse 2: 2Pac] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery and suffering is greef Better be prepared when you cowards f** with me I bust and flea, these n***as must crazy what There ain't no mercy motherf**ers who can fake the thugs You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a Boss Playa [Crooked I] Boss Playa Get the money and floss later We all paid us, scratch 'em out like a cross fader I'm Darth Vader, strapped like a violator Them Southern Cal Streets is wild as Al Qaeda Better watch it if you comin' to bang Ride first cla** here, leave under the plane You mislead, you better of tryin' to spread love Brand New West, I'm the head Thug [2Pac] They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I got a throw away Floatin' in a black Benz Tryin' to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots n***as is hard to k**, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it My n***a Dogg and me, eternally the most wanted [Hook: Crooked I] Westcoast, Tha Row mix n***a Ain't nothing but a gangsta party Nuthin' but a gangsta party It's Tha Row with the worldwide gangsta party Yeah, D. Vegas, Crooked I, Makaveli Without them weak a** n***as Capitol R n***as Yeah Row In Peace