When We Ride

2Pac

Composición de: 2Pac/Bruce Washington/DJ Pooh
[Featuring Outlawz] 
Outlaw Immortalz 
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick 
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls 
They know 
You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch 

Picture if you will seven deadly human beings 
blessed with the gift to speak, the power to reach 
each nigga on every street 
May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud 
of what transpired since the day the seed was planted 
The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick 

Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit 
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs 
Outlaw Immortalz 
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue 
What lies between is the fiction 
Don't fuck around and make it true 

[Tupac] 
Hahahahahaha 
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe 
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me 

Plus my alias is Makaveli 
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga bellt 
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around 

with a sick-ass nigga like me 
They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared 
for the Outlawz, here we come 

[Hussein Fatal] 
They call me Hussein fatal, it's a two game table 
I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel 
Rap-related criminally activated and evil 
I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle 

Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies 
You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of 
these 

Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast 
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo 

[Mopreme] 
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols 

The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials 
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential 

Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you 
Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro 

Blast and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes 
and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs 
I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate 

[Napoleon] 
My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be 
robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin 

But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin 
befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin 

I think these niggaz got the game fucked up 
If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust 

(Boo-Yaa!) 
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation 
is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin 

Chorus: Tupac 
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy 
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! 

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy 
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride! 

[Mussolini] 
It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini 
Mentally unstable juice status, so you can't see me 
Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets 
Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets 

Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber 
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride 

Suicidal thoughts lurkin there can no end to revenge 
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini 
[Idi Amin] 
They call me Idi, from the side of seedy 

Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy 
It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence 
to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin 
to my fuckin last nut, with 

Lo-Pole and Kastro 
Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though 
Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow 
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride 

[Khadafi] 
My alias Khadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy 
Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me 

Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon 
while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin 
Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome 

Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin 
It's like it's me against myself with all these 
backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth 

[Mo Khomani] 
Mo Khomani goes terrorist, mad man killer 
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers 
I'm that nigga with the fifty-cow couch, with the murderous stacks 

that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef 
It's been a long road, a lot of episodes 
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes 
Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin 
Now I'm surpassin any assassin 

Chorus 2X 

[Tupac] 
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby 
Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit 

Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Khadafi, Mussolini 
Amin, Naploleon, Khomani 
What y'all really wanna do? 
Haha like them niggaz said 
"What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew" 
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga 

Flashin on niggaz 
Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life 
But we Outlaw Immortalz 
We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga 
Like I'll make you famous motherfucker 

I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit 
My niggas make the papers baby 
My niggas make the front page 
Multiple gunshots (fades) 
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