The Game - 2Pac - Cypher 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] 2pac's back still the motherf**in Don And now it's time for a new motherf**in song DJ Chop Up husstlin the beats Still strapped you can't f** with a G Check on Youtube Punk motherf**ers getting mills of views without sk**s they through I give a f** I still aim triggers, on you lame n***as, on the same n***as Will I die? will I die? f** no Still I rise, still I rise Westside till I die, till I die westside Get em up, hit em up, livin it up I give a f** Smoke on the best dosia The blunts so fat'l f** the world over Who's running the game? I say Pac mayne Chop mayne, get the motherf**in Glock mayne [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] One, and then comes the two to the three and four 2Pac and Tecca Nina is hardcore with a K See me step up on the track like a thug Make it pound at West-End then make a dub To the homies in jail, when you making bail Time to act an idiot, a lot not just a little bit Watch when Kansas City hit, Tech N9ne's gonna spit it You want this record? Cool, go get it Hot when the flame's lit, Glock where the bane sits Shock when the pain quits, Pac would've banged this Hot when the flame's lit, Glock where the bane sits Shock when the pain quits, Pac would've banged this BOW! Yo, you don't know! That I'm 'bout to blow, K. C. M. O.! Better bang this! People make their jokes and say we off to see the wizard Well, me and 2Pac and Toto's on yo a** when you visit! [Verse 3: Crooked I] They always ask who's the best, Crooked, Buddens or Nickel? I'll tell you later 'cause right now a hooker's s**ing my pickle I put my tongue on her nipple, had that kitty kat barking We did it in handicapped parking since I was f**ing her crippled n***a, this is the art of official rhyming Harder than crystal diamond, you artificial or more I'm harder than tryna guard a missile flying on target Smarter than mixing science with calculus I am alchemist, a czar with the heart of a vicious lion This lunatic shooter's the stupidest and I'm pursuing this Ludicrous lucrative future with hooligan fugitive pugilists You and your crew are just numerous uterus p**y like stewardess, wussy it's humorous I'm laughing when the trigger click You lose a kilogram of human waste that mean you sh** a brick You went to war and got a star for the sh** Biggie and 'Pac would pray hard for this sh** [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] A rebel that yell, take you through the levels of Hell Take your commissary p**y like it settled in jail I'm a heavyweight, Vinnie don't need to get on a scale A man of God but usually the Devil prevails I don't work, all y'all motherf**ers work for me I love d**h, you motherf**ers get murked for free I don't follow trends, I just do what work for me I don't live on Earth, the motherf**ing Earth in me Louie Dogs don't relate to y'all cause I'm a godly creature I chop a motherf**ing brick like a karate teacher I wouldn't call what you doing sick, you just got a fever I have my mother's heart and I have my father's features You know I got the hammer in the jeans And more white sh** than in the Canada latrines I go bananas for the cream I don't have a moral fibre, Vinnie take your Nana for her cream yeah [Verse 5: Kurupt]