The Notorious B.I.G. - Throw Up Ya Gunz (Remix) lyrics

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The Notorious B.I.G. - Throw Up Ya Gunz (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] I have this new project coming out along with some other brothers called "One Nation" It's like an East Coast/West Coast collaboration To k** this whole new vibe everybody want to be on about it Like a war between the East Coast and the West Coast The East Coast West Coast thing is something that The journalists and People are making up just to get paid and so it can drag out MTV music awards [Verse 1: 2Pac] Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell-bound Rather be buried than be worried, living held down My game plan to be trained and, military Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin' I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pa** is anybody listening? Got my, hands on my semi-shotty, everybody's b**hin' Please God can you understand me, bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike Drop some sh**, to have these stupid b**hes jaws tight [Hook x2] All my n***as on the East Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the West Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the East Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the West Side Throw your guns up [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G] Who the f** wanna squeeze? My Desert E's make MC's freeze You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams You still apologizin, an*lyzin, my size and your size and Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine You just pop wines I must pop nines Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak Die for a dollar n***a, life ain't sweet Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep Our beef is my fiance, about to marry it Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Eazy-E] n***as ain't sh** in the 90's, I don't trust 'em And b**hes on my dick but they ain't sh**, so motherf** 'em Eazy know's what's up cause see he really don't give a f** Cause it don't concern me if don't pertain to money or a nut But then again I talk to a few of my friends Nine times out of ten 'bout some ends or some skins Cause I'm the type of n***a that gotta have it like a rabbit Rappin' is my hustle bustin' ho's is a habbit I stab it like a true no good n***a should I do it the way a down O.G. n***a would And now n***as know Eric Wright ain't no busta Another platinum cut from the Compton thugsta My name is [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Big Punisher] The penalty is d**h, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio n***as talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built With genuine sk**s to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills We blessed with the will to never surrender Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja It's my world [Outro x2] All my n***as on the East Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the West Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the East Side Throw up ya guns All my n***as on the West Side Throw your guns up