The Game - 2Pac - Cypher 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] Check the record 2Pac about to wreck sh** Check sh** Buck buck if a n***a said sh** Don't say sh**, I'm a motherf**ing k**er Ain't no motherf**er realer And you don't want to go to war with a n***as quick to blaze a punk I give a f** about you n***as fool, say what's up n***a? You don't wanna do that. (Why?) (Tell 'em!) Guess who's back? Makaveli b**h Got a b**h on FaceBook Check my iPhone She wanna straight hook Bust a nut, and I'm out Heading for my n***a Chop Get my drink popping There's no other DJ that can mix Pac So, get ready to f** sh** up, rock sh** up Get ready to chop sh** up And if you've never heard of me Motherf**er, you can't murder me [Verse 2: Yukmouth] Tre deuce in a H2 with the fifth wheel On spin wheels that keep spinnin' like windmills Nothing like my deal, it's worth 10 mil Rose gold (?) masterpiece on the Benz wheel I send chills A poked spine, it's show time like Murphy A pro bowl jersey, rolling with 30 birdies n***a Yukmouth early, I'm in the building like Mr Flurry and Jack (?) Trip a clap yap crack n***as The crack dealer that was forced to rhyme Live on the borderline, I get more time than haryoso I'm living and wrecking your stereo, your boombox Video Jukebox, west side like 2Pac Oh god no, yuk and game Puff blunts in the rain Get nothing but brain Get loose in the booth Spit nothing but flame Rap is nothing but lames Getting f**ed in the games [Verse 3: Game] Act like I won't run in your hotel Leave you bleeding on that couch in front of your kid I'm a gangster living the California dream Six seven gla** house, avacado green They think I'm don Juan when I roll up But n***as get spooked when they don't see Snoop It's your friendly g**ner, chain hanger Outlawz in the chain, uh, 4 in the chamber We still banging for Pac, the lost angel I'm Ready To Die, bust shots for B.I But off the murder rap I keep it P.I 2 hood rats from the East Side Call that boy G-Fried I move heavy D and the girls The girls they love me, n***a but don't call me Heavy D Call me the n***a that makes them chicks remix them kicks Air Ones the color of crips