2pac - Dead Or Alive (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

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2pac - Dead Or Alive (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

Got me up against the fence Back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool If ain't no justice for the Dogg Have to take it out on all y'all Better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy Baby only God can save us Got my mind on currency Hurried, see, I ain't worried It's a gangsta party So, Bad Boy gettin' buried Snoop Dogg why they fantasize? Fantasize When we ride it's a must, adversaries die Every time Yes, yes y'all Not Short but Snoop Dogg And you know it's like that y'all I'm so smooth about my paper Check it this how it's done I'm servin' many on the platter, Snoop Dogg Colione Colione, Colione Now do you know what that mean? The templon don to this hip hop game super supreme It's like what happened can happen But will it? Stop that won't happen I'm feelin' good about the mission for jackin' Now yo Pac Can you feel me? Why these fools tryin' to k** me? It's so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize But, if I don't Then Dogg won't survive, survive We ballin' in my opinion Eternal it's wild wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most, straight out the West Coast West Coast Bow down fool This is d**h Row For life Been waitin' way too long Fresh out the pen Now it's on C'mon Snoop Dogg Time to bone Ain't nothin' changed to down a hanger Slang or bang words to rhyme Me and the homey PAC trippin' d**h Row all nights Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG Still creep and crawl through the hood Always involved in the streets It's Doggy Dogg homey Did you forget who I was? The bigger homey to you There it is and there it was Take a look through the eyes of a G And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam All my homies tellin', me Ain't no love for a real G Straight cowards All you playahatas k** me Throw up your hands, if you feel me We gettin' dollars Homey holla, if you hear me This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta Time to bounce, drop down Can you visualize perfection? 'Cause every rider in my set Labeled a vet Best in his profession Don't hold your breath Sleep with Smith n' Wesson Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin'

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