[Intro: 2Pac]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ahh sh**, you done f**ed up now
You done put two of America's most wanted in the same
Motherf**in' place at the same motherf**in' time
Y'all n***as about to feel this
Break out the champagne gla**es and the motherf**in' condoms
Have one on us aight
[Verse 1]
[2Pac]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my f**in' homie
You'se a cold-a** n***a on them hogs
[Snoop]
Sho' 'nuff
I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a n***a's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get defensive and sh**
And put together a Million March for some gangsta sh**
[2Pac]
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherf**ers catchin' cases
b**hes get ready for the throw down, the sh**'s about to go down
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 missing
n***as be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love for my n***as living lavish
[Snoop]
I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And ... I think I've got a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
It feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherf**er
[2Pac]
Now follow as we ride
Motherf** the rest, two of the best from the westside
And I can make you famous
n***as been dyin' for years so how could 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 for 2 of America's most wanted
[Hook several times w/ minor variations]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherf**ing 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, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards f** with me, I bust and flee
"These n***as must be crazy, what?"
There ain't no mercy, motherf**ers who can't fade the thugs
You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
[Snoop]
It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
You gotta have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids
[2Pac]
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying 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 dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm trying to get up on it
My n***a Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
[Hook]