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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
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Malcolm Greenridge
Malcolm Greenridge
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Yaki Kadafi
Yaki Kadafi
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Kastro
Kastro
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Bruce Washington
Bruce Washington
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Mutah Beale
Mutah Beale
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Tyruss Himes
Tyruss Himes
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Mopreme Shakur
Mopreme Shakur
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Donna Harkness
Donna Harkness
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Rufus Cooper
Rufus Cooper
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Composer
Jalil Hutchins
Jalil Hutchins
Composer
Larry Smith
Larry Smith
Composer
Johnny J.
Johnny J.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joyce Washington
Joyce Washington
Producer
Martin C. Jones
Martin C. Jones
Producer
Susan Pelino
Susan Pelino
Mixing Engineer
Chris Koch
Chris Koch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Menacing Methods, label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned Scams are plotted over grams and rocks Undercover agents die by the random shots We all die in the end, so revenge we swore I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata What could they do to me that little brat Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass How can I show you how I feel inside We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone 'Cause they fear me in the psychical form Let it be known I'm troublesome Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto Making n-s die Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first N-s knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back Release me to the care of my heartless strap Say my name three times like Candyman Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's Murder my folks, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee Picture me lettin this chump survive Ran up on his ass when I dump he died I'm troublesome Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme The crime rate ain't declined Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang Sent a lot of flowers, but how can I cry Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times Lord, forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life I'm troublesome
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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