2pac - On Me lyrics
[Intro] A thug's life don't matter. We don't give a sh** about you damn thugs, your life don't matter. And you sons of b**hes, you fixin' to find out how it don't matter cause you done pissed us off, you bunch of ba*tards [Pre-Hook: Gucci Mane] Big, big, big pistol me ('stol on Guc') You lose your life, f**in' right, try me and bleed (Burr) I put my first gat first, then sting, I don't think I get your head to the white, make your sh** pink All OG pink, don't f** with me [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I need a detox cause I've been smoking kush all week And if I piss some dirty urine then I'm up sh** creek I'm major tourin' shows everyday, I gets no sleep My money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3 My left pinky nine karat diamond cut so neat And if I told you what it cost, you would say "golly" I spend 50k a month and that's just on chains I got your girlfriend rolling blunts in the VIP I got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat And plus my shoes'll eat your face like bon appetit The feds looking at me, know they got they eyes on me I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me [Hook: Gucci Mane] I keep the Glock on me Stupid Glock on me I can't let 'em get the drop on me I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me Lord knows I got guap on me Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me I paid a million for this watch on me golly And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me [Verse 2: 2Pac] b**h you misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin' Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit Then got a drop top Jag for these b**hes that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for n***as to trip, cause b**h I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug n***a, where the love n***as? I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to 'zines, writing raps and movies I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me So f** em' all [Hook: Gucci Mane] I keep the Glock on me Stupid Glock on me I can't let 'em get the drop on me I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me Lord knows I got guap on me Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me I paid a million for this watch on me golly And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID What you know bout me? You ain't got nothin' on me [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] It get so lonely at the top, I need some company My swears so stupid that these hoes be holding doors for me She wanna stay with me, know that I'ma faithfully I'm like a drug to her, she can't walk away from me n***as don't play with me cause I keep AK's with me Police survalliance I know they f**in' taping me But all they gonna see is diamond cars and currency I'm currently out the country chasin' currency I got some weed on me now and some ecstasy 30 grams and a nine and a knife on me Watch your mouth bout me, dirty South I be Do your momma teach you don't talk when grown folks speak? (It's Gucci)