2pac - The Hell Raiser (OG) lyrics

[Verse 1] When I was comin' up rough, wasn't even what you callin' That's why I smoke blunts now, and run without alcholic That will explain the way I came, here we go Just give me my dough then do the show then I'm out of [?] Runnin' in the back seat, sippin' on that Guinness f**in' with a MAC-10 ready to be menace Time to hit the projects that's what the ballers will Fifty n***as mad deep, so [?] as well I got my pager and my razor and nuttin' new and run cruel In case a motherf**a wanna bust through I'm rollin' through the projects loc'd, where they at, where they at, there ya go Them b**h a** n***as hold down the block The one that told the cops; I gotta Glock Ay yo it don't stop Pop pop pop And hit the pedal one less motherf**er in the gallon That's how we do it in the Oaktown g f** around and get smoked down, see n***as on my tail so I'm ghost One way take it to the East Coast Please give me [?] Woudn't hesitate to blaze ya [Refrain] Hell raiser hahaha The hell raiser [Verse 2] Strapped with gats at a young age Gotta hole of a gauge, and make a motherf**er front page High top to the block like a cop Hopin' open operation slangin' rocks First I gotta crew full of hustlers And f** motherf**ers, them n***as can't touch us And now we gotta problem to come , you know my ammo Dead bodies fillin' the Bronx The other dealers wanna do me , I'm [?] Got the Glock co*ked , s**er don't jack me up f** a drive by, n***a take DNA Murder him up on a frame and knock his a** out the game Boom boom! was the headlines Young n***a turn k**a if the deadline Team tucked was some n***as from Queens Now we're the loudest motherf**er on the scene Gettin' paids at a mad rate Runnin' up on the face And hit the snakes in a bad way Them n***as don't wanna, stack f** around and breathe your last breath Run on me or get your a** capped With a 12 gauge blast to get back I'm out to have this n***a, I'm touched Shootin' motherf**ers within ruff [Refrain] The hell raiser The hell raiser [Verse 3] Everybody frees, n***as on they need , hush First n***a talk and I bust , trust Run up on your stupid a** , give me that Peelin' caps back quicker than a snap from my jimmy hat Picture that now, picture this I'm on foot now Runnin' through the streets with my hit list Pistols co*kin' and it jackin' at them bustas n***as want funk but the punks can't touch us And now they got me trapped better k** me Pay back's motherf**er n***a feel me We runnin' on all the n***as in the dark With fully automatic to they heart (pull the sh** motherf**er) This is where the punch starts n***a wasn't checkin' Quicker to me steppin' until I start lettin' off my weapon (buck- buck- buck- buck-buck-buck) The sh** I heard em n***as screamin' no but they wasn't screamin' no before Now them n***as, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go go Hit the fo, [?]the fury of my 44 Them n***as I don't trust tryna rush me Buck buck double line in your guts g And when I die there'll be never , hell raiser crazy motherf**er I came up with my criminal behavior, wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya [Outro + Refrain] The hell raiser (I see you all motherf**ers now) (b**h a** motherf**ers) (you love to point your f**in' finger huh) The hell raiser The hell raiser The hell raiser