2pac - Gangsta'd Out lyrics

[Intro] Welcome... Detroit, Michigan We're here at the national Ku Klux Klan Rally Today we're gonna welcome one of our newest members His name's Eminem His clan name's gon' be Marshall Mathers Heh, he, ha, I like it Anyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin' Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a n***a lover, boy Smile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star You're gon' get off your a**, and get on your Trojan, boy And you gon' sell more records than them n******gs ever will! You hear me? You gon' get with Dr. Gay N, W... with a dick is his mouth N, W, AIDS... I don't give a sh** You gon' hustle your a** off, boy Cause when they kissin' your a**, they kissin' the Klan's a** And when they s**in' YO dick, they s**in' Hitler's dick Just remember one thing, boy... Every God-damned dollar you make Well, that's just another dollar for the Klan [Music Starts] (Intro) What?! My n***a Vic rest in peace, my n***a (rest in peace, Vic) Yeah... Much love, n***a (much love) You know there's no love, n***a (f**in' haters.. ain't no love for no haters) Yeah... My n***as incarcerated (all of my n***as incarcerated, keep yo head up) Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9... Since it's your moment to shine on this motherf**in' record Why don't you show them how we keep it out West? [Hook] Gangsta'd out For all my riders in the streets We gangsta'd out Still haulin' after police We Gangsta'd out You n***as know what we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out Gangsta'd out To all my n***as C-walkin' We gangsta'd out To all my n***as B-walkin' We're gangsta'd out You n***as know what we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out (Verse 1) Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happens Cause I'll probably go out blazin', in a gun fight Cause I only got one life (sup, n***a?!) And I'ma do what I choose, to live it Mash, murder for cash And pray to God this ain't our last Days on earth (my... n***a) You's a b**h for what she worth, and split You see our cats represent If you a mack, let's get bent, n***a Pull out our pot on the corner For all my doggs in a coma Who died in California From Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay Pacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies Escalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up So roll the weed up (what up, n***a?) Parkin' lot packed, and polishin' acts Q 45's, if finished, my n***as sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game ain't over Hold up, soldier [Hook] [Verse 2] First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah) Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that sh** to pieces (ugh) First to rock the ace deuce, with the matches 'round the rim The diamond in the middle, first to pend a 'hood film Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood Gangsta rap starts, first to f** with Hollywood, yeah It's k**a Cali, the gangsta rap capitol And rollin' through my 'hood, boy, you better duck for the shrapnel True gangsta n***as... And boy, they quick to k** ya (ba!) Lay that a** out, you backin' out?Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh) We keep it hard, ain't no cuts up in our 'brow Yeah, he's alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!) The gangsta motto... Two n***as hard to follow Choke that a** out, like your girl before she swallow Won't ever stop These n***as you love to hate, true... Gangsta riders, livin' in the... gangsta state(what...) [Hook] [Verse 3] When they pronounced that the war was over I sparked a Vega filled with Dosia Anxious to pop, thinkin' of 'Pac Why did nobody drop? Who got it locked? In Y Cal... California took a bow Now New York turnin' the game with our style L.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentals Really ain't raw, just represent on what they saw Casualties shook the industry Assa**ination of Biggie and 'Pac Khadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin' Techs, up the side Makaveli, your riders scared to ride! The realest done died Representin'... Ghetto politic And the last Don, lock up the game Saw up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin' d**h Row [?] your record sales, around the World without a tour Pushin' Peruvian flight Can't wait to spark a flame in Blaze Blaze Magazine... for underatin' 'Pac Pull out some Henn for Khadafi and Eazy Eternally... We thuggin' in peace f** the peace! [Hook]2x