DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Cypher 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] We going all out, ball out, call out Any motherf**ers wanna come at Pac? fall out The motherf**in problem n***a It's Batman come to save Gotham n***a Now ya rollin with the best, vest on my chest So which motherf**ers wanna test My brother Chop Up's on the ones and twos (what what what the f** the f** you wan' do?) They said I die, die, died slow? Ha, ha, ha, no! Still the king, look for me, lost in the whirlwind 'Sixteen Chop & Pac till the world ends Thug livin from the westside, the westside Motherf**ers it's the best side I'm back do ye feel me? till they k** me Holla if you hear me! [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzling display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the meter Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin the track with both hands Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose control Hold the globe in my iron palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot com [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] See I always have respect cause I always talk fact The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black I always left with nothing but I always brought back I always been a hustler, I probably go off that Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy There's only two words that describe me: search and destroy I don't think you wanna get murked by the boy My sh** is military, y'alls is like a nursery toy It's hurting you boys My team ain't even hungry, we famished I murder everybody, f** collateral damage I'm animal savage with Hannibal's habits I'll mangle your cabbage I walked into the parish and I strangled the f*ggots I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus Run with brothers who's forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us I don't care, I'm trying to deal with my personal demons [Verse 4: Daz] [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] Tech's in the place, everybody get mainy Punks better cuff your lady, can't nobody tame me Blame me, for keepin' her runny eyed rainy Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they panties Girls on the jock (Check), pocket full of socks (Check) Got a fat knot (Check), somethin' gone squat (Yeah) Down, puttin' it down, down for the block? Tryin' to be hot, but you flop Wanna be shot to the top but you not DWAMN! I ain't never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holler Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows for a bigger dollar Father, I don't wanna leave nobody toothless Cause they greedy in the middle of what I do best You finna' to see me in the TV with a few guest We bout to bubble baby, get your waterproof vest