2Pac feat. Xzibit Fight Music Lyrics

(Makaveli Talkin)

You know what? When you said that last time
I was kind a trippin right, but now
your right, I am crazy
but you know what else? I dont give a f___

(Verse 1 Makaveli)
Check it out
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin, I'm hellbound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held down
My game plan to be trained heavy, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, sittin in the cemetary
Cryin, I've been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
Ballin as a youngster, wonderin if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listenin?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's b____in
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep b__pin warlike
Drop some s___, to make these stupid b____es jaws tight

Go, n____s wanna get it on,lets fight!
i got some n____s in my click that make thay mother f___ing jaws tight now
Go, n____s wanna get it on,les fight
i got some n____s in my click that make thay mother f___ing jaws tight

(Makaveli Talkin)
You gotta s_____ some collars, and let them mother f___ers know
You that ?, remember, out

(Verse 2 XZibit)
The love is lost,
The gloves is off so figure,
What side you tryna be on, the barrel or the trigger,
A gang of n____z talking the talk,
But ain't walking the straight line,
They trying to hide behind the one time.
f___ being scared and constantly with security,
I ain't afraid of whatever you f__gots try to do to me,
Shoot at me, try to corner me, orderlies try to get at me,
Flip it like fake identities, sticking it to my enemies.
And have you running for ur m_________ing lives,
Till they put me in a courtroom fighting for mine,
The only reason I got foes that used to be friends,
When n____z mumble under their breathe, I'm under thier skin.
I pray for the strength to handle what my city bring,
Better stand for something, or your bound to fall for anything,
The pitfalls, the pot holes, I spit flows that generate straight crack sales, we got those,
One hitter quitter split a n____ like a embryo,
Bring it to your crib, to your kids, to your vidoe shoot.
Give me the loot, my dudes all paid up,
The half a__ed getting rat packed and sprayed up,
You say "What?", speak up punk I can't hear you,
Your transparent, rentals rap, I'm seeing clear through,
Pray for my down fall, talk like hoes,
Mister Rap Rap the Gauge and kick in the door,
And m_________iers saying I can't rap no more,
Like one monkey gonna stop the show.
Lets go!

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