Gangsta Life

En route to a bout to watch Tyson do his thizzle Vegas vacation, it was just to clear my mental Four negroes deep, white Cadillac rental Out the city where they stretchin' youngin's out like a limo (Where? Compton) City where I'm from Never leave home without it, fuck Amex, I'm talkin' guns Pedal dope for the funds, keep my loc'in' on the one Sucka try and play me, either smoke him or get dumb But he done, best go the other way Caught a opp in the mall the other day Just lackin', clunky head from all this smackin' And this chain, just a casualty of all the action Now my trophy, ass whoopin's how you win it, and (Ayy) To keep it real, my nigga, I look better in it, and (Ayy) Ain't no price you could pay to get it back (Get it back) Never catch me goin' out like that MGM, bellin' dolo like a G should Other homies went to dine, you know we eat good On the prowl, now I'm fresh up out the fire Spot some ass, I like to get up out them tires See this trece on my jersey, south is what I rep All these people walkin' 'round me, bet nobody step Two Cs, whether solo or I'm with the clique Because my whole city knowin' that I'm with the shit Same go for Vegas, all these haters give me looks Turn around, see a rapper on approach but I ain't shook (No) Mobbin' with that nigga from the mall that we bucked Number one can get the jab, number two can get the hook But Suge right behind along with four more opps Niggas jumped me like rope, kicked me like rocks Casino guards made 'em stop and I pray the law don't end the act 'Cause I ain't goin' out like that Now I meet up with the homies, let them niggas know the deal Enemy gon' jump me, so la sangra gotta spill Because he rap, fuck, that nigga think he ill? I'ma show him that this Crippin' shit for real Forty Glock Veil, choice of weapon for revenge Justice want him killed, my ego want suspense These niggas poppin' pills or they shootin' heroin Thinkin' I'ma let this slide, so these corners, bro, we bend Lookin' for the mothafucka's club: 662 Posted in the parkin' lot, upon arrival we gon' shoot S'posed to be a Panther, yet he pushin' that Piru Well, he done pissed off the wrong mothafucka wearin' blue Blew a couple blunts, chillin' in the ride Ain't seen nobody yet, God must want that boy alive 'Cause a twenty minute mission now done turned to twenty-five Like birds in the winter, to the south we 'bout to fly Slide out the lot, put away the Glock Havin' second thoughts, and so I take another shot Steam comin' from my top, they did me so grimy Word'll get back to the city, everybody gon' try me, nah Why'd they have to play a loc? Then Keefe screamed, "there they go," uh Thank you, God, thank you, God And now, it's time to settle score T. hit a U, don't know which car they in Fuck, shoot up their whole caravan Hold up, I heard them hoes scream his name Got that nigga, now put that on the gang This is them in the bimmer, I think them hoes seen us I don't give a fuck, there's too much smoke between us Since freak ain't shootin' cuh, I reach right across him This gang-bangin' shit is so costly {Gunshots} [Outro: News Report] (Good evening, a controversial rap artist who led a troubled existence has lost his fight for life. Gangster rap singer 2Pac Shakur died tonight in a Las Vegas hospital...)