DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - Cypher 4 lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Bye bye.. bye bye.. all you n***as die [Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] Every DJ step back in this b**h 'Cause the Chop Motherf**ing Up's back in this b**h n***a Troublesome, once again a n***a back New track, new raps, too phat, who's that? Makaveli The Don The motherf**in Rap Don f** with the best and get capped on strapped on They claim that I'm gone? But still I bomb and I'm still making songs Pistol packin back from the dead, I ain't going back Release me to these streets with my f**ing gat Say my name one time and I'ma blast on your a** Mash smash crash dash on your a** Troublesome n***a, 2016 You know the motherf**in song sing along that's right... Bye bye, bye bye, all you n***as die [Verse 2: Daz] [Verse 3: Big Pun] The harsh realities of life are taking toll Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm making dough but not enough to blow JO's, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you Halfway and eat you alive trying to survive illegal I'll leave you lost, mount you on a cross Whip you like a horse, sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I'll stomp your corpse It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent One of the last living still-in-action general a**a**ins Catching any wreck, blasting any TEC, smashing any chest Pa**ing any test; Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sow what you reap or wake up Shaking up a storm, like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, this sh** as real as Joe We follow the k**er's code When we come for you, tell me: Where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you And and silence your screams And even if you k** me, I'll still be in your f**ing dreams [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] Now you can tell from my everyday 'fits, I ain't rich I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit) I'm just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix) Tryna take yo' dollar and your fifteen cents (I grind with a pistol) I'm a product of Reaganomics Neurotic, they saying I'm it Just got up, inhaling chronic The oddest, I'm staying honest I'm 'bout to make it famous So you can take that j-o-b and you can shove it up your an*s So I just grip my piece, rip-off fleece Out to take your lip off, chief, with my peeps We ruthless - if you got money then deuce it Goofs get toothless, we loose off two-fifths, we useless I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough Sneak in the concert, trip, and make 'em stop the show We gots to go! Push me and I sock the po' Gettin the bail from my parents is impossible