The Underground Railroad - Tha' Lunatic lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Oh sh**, jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve inch, now the b**h is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New b**h every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run sh** Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet s** Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a Kotex, snappin' motherf**ers' necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from n***as get done with the drum, watch my foes run n***a keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that sh**, another hit from tha' lunatic [Hook: Stretch] Yeah, f** that God! Word up Blowin' n***as out the motherf**in' frame, you know what I'm sayin'? Constantly, f** that trick, we ain't havin' it [Verse 2: 2Pac] Leave me the f** alone, you get none of this It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las Cause I'm nothin' nice and, I'm icin' like Tyson I'm grippin' the mic and my DJ is slicin' I'm tired of motherf**ers steppin' to me with the same old Tryin' to do me like Nintendo How the f** you think I ever got this far? By bootin' motherf**ers like a shootin' star Cause I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC Think crack had you fiendin', wait'll they get a load of me b**hes on my dick like a motherf**in' condom n***as wanna flip, let 'em step, and I'll bomb 'em See somethin' you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and taxed, like the government Then I leave you sittin' there, wonder where your money went While your b**h is callin' me, tellin' me to come again n***a I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin' like a b**h, cause your whole f**in' posse, broke out Punk motherf**er couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, n***a Leave me the f** alone, you get none of this Feel the wrath, and revenge of tha' lunatic [Hook: Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell 'em motherf**ers, word up We ain't havin' it, none of that sh**! b**h a** n***as, n***as can't f** with us Tu', word up '91, we takin' this whole motherf**er over n***as got problems in '91, '92, and '93 And all that other sh**, word up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Recognize game when it smacks you, b**h I'm back to rip Puttin' this on the map with this mackin' sh** Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I'm funky, that's word to the father Act like you know 'fore I thump the bolo Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin' for my solo Oh no, not another new jack, swearin' that he's ruthless Ducked and now he's f**ed and left toothless I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared You're scared and you're bound to go It's somethin', I guess I let the beat keep bumpin' Stop trippin' off these n***as cause they ain't about nuttin' Or should I say naythin' Punk put my tape in, f** all the fake-in I'm sick of the bullsh** Come equipped and get ready to rip Or get the dick of tha' lunatic [Hook: Stretch] Ah yeah, f** that, you know what I'm sayin'? (The motherf**in' lunatic) Yes Tu'! Tell them n***as what time it is, 'kna'm sayin'? (Punk motherf**ers, get the dick of the lunatic) n***as can't f** with us, word up b**h a** n***as, f** 'em [Outro: 2Pac] f** all them n***as I'm tellin' these n***as that they ain't got Naythin' on a n***a like me We squashin' these punk motherf**ers in '91 '92, '93, and so on So let the beat float on While I spray these punk b**hes With these dope a** lyrics Thanks to Poppa for supplyin' the dank Now it's money in the bank And all y'all n***as sh** stank Compared to this sh** f** y'all punk b**hes! Tha' Lunatic *echoes*