Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It

[Verse 1: 2pac] I'm livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came Was hyper as a kid Cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em see who's next to try Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggas still ballin [Hook 1: 2pac] Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 2: Ice Cube] I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically, I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga Y'all spit saliva, and I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this ho, if you scared to go I keep it gangsta And why should I change that? Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap But ain't you the same cat That sat back when they brought cocaine back? I'm tryna get me a Maybach How you mothafuckas gonna tell me "don't say that"? You the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971 [Hook 2: Ice Cube] I can say what I wanna say Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it [Verse 3: Eminem] Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room You can hear em holla "Goon Squad!" in this bitch Let me hear you holla "Goon Squad!" in this bitch Let me hear you holla "Runyon Ave!" in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky? Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit Trick, trick, quick come pick me up! Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front There's some chump up in this bitch Poppin some junk, cause he's drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin at me So homie, come get me Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you Detroit motherfuckers till we die [Hook 3: 2pac] Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 4: Eazy-E] Now everything's good in my hood And it's on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton Straight givin up the real On how a nigga feel Talk that shit, motherfuckers' caps get peeled Layin low in the cut Gettin high than the mothafucka, niggas know what's up I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin? Nigga G to a T, saggin and bailin Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin Ren? So I guess I'll die by that motherfucker then So when I die, niggas bury me Make sure my shit reads "Eazy-mothaphukkin-E" And it's a fact To be exact, my tombstone should read "He put Compton on that map" And that's how a nigga feel When I'm givin up the motherfuckin real [Refrain: 2pac and Eazy-E] (2Pac: Ballin in the fast lane, the fast lane!) (Eazy-E: The motherfuckin real, real, shots goin out to the hardcore hip hop) (2pac: Hustle till the mornin) (Eazy-E: The motherfuckin real, real, real, real... Buckin these niggas till they drop) (2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us Ballin in the fast lane Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas Hit em up, Westside!) [Verse 5: MC Ren] Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em It's that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass Takin niggas back through the past All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist Can't even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit It's that nigga Ren back for the '9-5 They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so I'm, puttin it down with that nigga E For all of my niggas in the C-P-T So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip So tell me how the fuck do it feel To get hit with the motherfuckin real? [Hook 4: 2pac] Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, till the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin [Verse 6: Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks over night The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back I got some money to make motherfucker [Pre-Hook: 2pac] Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Nigga still ballin [Hook 5: Ice Cube] I can say what I want to say Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it [Verse 7: Snoop Dogg] High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back Top for the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin underwater like I'm Aqua Man I used to drink gin, now it's vodka man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand Pop yo band, don't try and stop the plan Rocky land, step back and pop yo man Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do? Time brings change so I changed my name Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang [Hook 6: Ice Cube] If I sell a little crack Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I die in Iraq Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it