2pac - Representing 4 Ron G lyrics

[Intro: Stretch] (Hahahaha) Uh, Yeah One time representin' for Ron G (Yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? (That's right) Thug Life in effect (baaby), 2Pac and Big Stretch [Verse 1: Stretch] Straight from the Terrordome Where my n***as packin' chrome an extra clip when it's on Never will I go left, I'm comes right, all night n***a With Ron G blessin' me with the hype n***a I punch 'em up, never gave a f**, holdin' it down Straight catch it for you goodies then I slides up town You know the flave, you know I love to misbehave This ain't a maze, we'll leave you n***as dead in a daze [Verse 2: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think n***as is tryna k** me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches That used to be real, but now they're petrified b**hes I'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and f** the world 'til I'm gone b**hes be warned, word is bond you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin' at punk b**hes and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it This Thug Life, n***a we don't cater to you hoes f** with me, have a hundred motherf**ers at ya do with .44s [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahahahaha, yeah n***a Thug Life, the waterbed, deadly combination boy Get up outta here before you get your f**in' head shot off So your a** feel better, This how we do it out here on this underground Real sh** n***a Watch out n***a this is '95, n***as barely stayin' alive You know what I'm sayin' outta court, f** what you thought Better stop thinkin' these n***as is fan Ron G ain't no mother motherf**in' joke It's the heat n***a, now rewind this motherf**er, you know you can't help it [Verse 3: Keith Murray] Keith Murray is comin' from the North Side, leavin' everything left as it's guessed With every breath past proceed the word to d**h This is a Keith Murray type of D-Day, so melee Cause I got more sk**s than a sen-say Searchin' for the bottom my flow, you're vanished My style is still the flyest most transparent On this motherf**in' planet I wish a n***a would try to take it for granted I'm mad as f** and my lifestyle is shady So hey yo Big Lyte, best of three 80's You see me, you see the L.O.D Purposely psycho, so magically M.V.P. of the M.I.C. Rap industry And sh** is still real, here put this sh** up against your grill n***as know my style, n***as know I'm ill Moet in the palm, flip then I stay real calm For n***as tryna false alarm uh Feel the steel in ya face as I raise the base And the pace, in ya face Punk a** b**hes know what time it is with N.Y.C n***as go purely crazy b**h a** n***as get blasted, one, blah, catch it son Motherf**ers know directly where I'm from I'm dead serious from Long Island, represent the East Coast n***a you get burnt like toast Cause I don't give a f**, who don't give a f**? We don't give a f**, you don't give a f** So go buck buck buck buck And duck like a chicken when I'm comin' through, bakin' you Motherf**ers know my time and they know my name And my crew, L.O.D, strictly whilin', for D U.S.A., you see Keith Murray, comin' through in the fly sh** f** around kid, you get your wig split I don't have it, Ron G don't have it Big Lyte don't have it, when you see it don't try to grab it Cause it glitters and it's real gold f** what you heard, and listen to what you been told [Interlude: Keith Murray] Yeah put that sh** on hold Once said piece to the L.O d**h squad Waterbed My boy 2Pac, you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Skinner up in this beast n***as got slayed on the edge you know what I'm sayin'? Eric Sermon and the d**h squad, y'all word up New York in this motherf**er East coast, west coast From the north south to the [Verse 4: It's Alive] Hard times but hard rhymes Then we picked up nines And after that I had gotten into a life of crime Gettin' mine stickin' laws k**in' n***as in the mix I couldn't give a f** (It's Alive!) I was never turn to tricks To stay up with my set game, bangin' when I have to Never ever fail and always down to bust the caps too At you, and that's how it went to pay the rent And up in Cali motherf**ers know I'm gettin' paper And now it's gettin' harder one times is on my tail I Judge in New York cause I don't wanna go to jail I'm lightin' up with my n***a Ron G It's the Waterbed mad, n***a can't you see? Nothing but the motherf**in' ba** in your face No more crime I'm doin' rhyme, and gettin' mine up in the place b**hes on my dick motherf**er can't survive And n***a recognize motherf**er It's Alive!