Mopreme Shakur - Judgement Day (OG) lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Now ever since I was a young scrub I was a thug on the corner with my n***as slanging, d** And runnin' from the NARCs when they pa** by, don't ask why I'm a hustler, 'til my a** die Even when they do come up, I'll be ready when they run up, huh I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh It's 2Pac and the Mad b**h In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad b**h Getting ghost on them b**hes in the town Bustin' out the backseat n***a when we clown Homie is you down? Dee got the strap and she anxious Hurry up 'fore she spanks sh** Comin' round the corner spittin' rounds They can't hold me down Caught them s**er a** b**hes out of bounds Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make 'em pray for the judgement day Stinkin' biaatch [Verse 2: Dee Tha Mad b**h] Look like today is Judgement and I'm bucking Everybody's in shock It's the Dee and the 'Pac, coming equipped with that rough sh** No matter what you get that a** f**ed up in the worst way Slay, like hit 'em all day I'm not the b**h to be f**ing with You besta think twice See I'm a veteran in this street life I'm doing wars so f** the wife You only live one time in this [?] That's why I'm going for mine Make a mill, life's a living hell You gotta make all you can make if I'm not making it then I'm taking your sh** Cause we down till the last days And every minute of this living sh** has got me going crazy Everyday of my life I got called for my attitude It was my habit let me coming rude In time, now it's hard to find, why we life this way Judgement day [Verse 3: Mopreme] Who the f** are you to try and judge me? Going for a young G, get you before you get me Motherf**er's no joke let the barrel smoke chump I got the Mossberg 12 in my trench coat Singing my song for freedom, bomb or bust We can run the old sh**, what the f**? Surviving on stretch, twenty minutes now stressed on the chest is steal get laid to rest We get it from the Cops and the n***as that's b**h made "sh** Don't Stop" have to cut your a** sideways n***a it's a N World Cause it's all out, so motherf**ing high they 'bout to fall out And you expect me to live like you And your silly a** don't know what to do Huh, I'd rather fight back, and get the sh** hot Blow yo' a** out the spot, on Judgement day [Verse 4: Stretch] Uh, ghetto's the back bone, streets the crack zone Thugs cracking Mac's where we roam kid Causing destruction, and mayhem, snitches we spray 'em And Narcs staying strapped cause we blaze them Tryna find and easy way to a meal ticket And do it "Thugstyle" like a G and still kick it And bringing wicked I'm living raw straight play by the [?] But I runs out of d** no more So let the coke pour on the scale boy Lets get this mail boy And keep it on the low avoid jail boy And f** the G's in the motherf**ing Pen' The news flash "Thug Life Wrecking sh** Again" And f**ing sh** again and again motherf**er The Young to the Guns straight causing mad ruckus I might get popped, but that's the price I gotta pay A n***a going out on my f**ing Judgement day, out