2Pac – Wanted Dead or Alive Lyrics

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Diggin’ It – A Taste of R’n’B & Hip Hop, Vol. 2
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Got me up against the fence
Back against the wall
Get to actin’ like a fool
If ain’t no justice for the Dogg
Have to take it out on all y’all
Better read the papers
All my homies goin’ crazy
Baby only God can save us
Got my… mind on currency
See I ain’t worried
It’s a gangsta party
So Bad Boy gettin’ buried
Snoop Dogg why they fantasize?…
When we ride it’s a must… adverseries die
Every time…

Yes, yes y’all…
Not Short but Snoop Dogg…
And you know it’s like that y’all…

I’m so smoothe about my paper
Check it this how it’s done!
I’m servin’ many on the platter Snoop Dogg Colione
(Colione echoes 2x)
Now do you know what that mean?
The templon don to this hip-hop game super supreme
It’s like what happened can happen
But will it?
Stop that won’t happen!
I’m feelin’ good about the mission for jackin’
Now yo PAC!…
Can you feel me?
Why these fools tryin’ to kill me?
It’s so hard to stay focused on me Isley prize
But if I don’t
Then Dogg won’t survive (survive echoes 1x)…

We ballin’ in my opinion
Eternal it’s wild-wheel spinnin’
Once implemented it’s represented for 5 minutes
Two of the livest
Wanted dead or alive
We riders
Ban us because we inquired and watch the g’s rise
Two of America’s most
Straight out the West Coast…

West Coast…

Bow down fool!
This is Death Row…

For life…

Been waitin’ way too long
Fresh out the pen
Now it’s on
C’mon Snoop Dogg!
Time to bone…

Ain’t nothin’ changed to down a hanger
Slang or bang words to rhyme
Me and the homey PAC trippin’ Death Row all nights
Strong survivor, Eastsider, DPG
Still creep and crawl through the hood
Always involved in the streets
It’s Doggy Dogg homey
Did you forget who I was?
The bigger homey to you
There it is and there it was
Take a look through the eyes of a G!
And just rock to the rhytm of a gangsta jam…

All my homies tellin’… me
Ain’t no love for a real G
Straight cowards
All you playahatas kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me!
We gettin’ dollars
Homey holla if you hear me!
This one time for my comrades doin’ bad locked down
Fresh out busta
Time to bounce… drop down!
Can you visualize perfection?
‘Cause every rider in my set
Labeled a vet
Best in his profession
Don’t hold your breath!
Sleep with Smith n’ Westons!
Steady study your lessons and keep the crowd guessin’!…

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