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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Vocals
George Johnson
George Johnson
Guitar
Outlawz
Outlawz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yafeu Fula
Yafeu Fula
Songwriter
Donna Hunter
Donna Hunter
Songwriter
Kastro
Kastro
Songwriter
Malcolm R. Greenidge
Malcolm R. Greenidge
Songwriter
Napoleon Maddox
Napoleon Maddox
Songwriter
Quincy Jones III
Quincy Jones III
Songwriter
Tupac Shakur
Tupac Shakur
Songwriter
Young Noble
Young Noble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claudio Cueni
Claudio Cueni
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
QD III
QD III
Producer

Lyrics

Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car... get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes (2Pac) Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski - mask, find the stash and dump While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame (Young Noble) Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know (Napoleon) 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it (Kastro) You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it (Young Noble) I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me (Outlawz) What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza - Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you (Kadafi) Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka - pling, ka - plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child Let the punks know
Writer(s): Yafeu A. Fula, Malcolm R. Greenidge, Quincy Delight Iii Jones, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Donna T. Hunter, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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