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letra de write this down - 2pac and pop smoke

[verse 1: 2pac]
the feds is watchin’, n—as plottin’ to get me
will i survive? will i die? come on, let’s picture the possibility
givin’ me charges, lawyers makin’ a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong and that’s why i blaze sh-t
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile, callin’ big shots on the scene major
packin’ hundreds in my drawers, f-ck the law
b-tches, i f-ck with a passion, i’m livin’ rough and raw
catchin’ cases at a fast rate, ballin’ in the fast lane
hustle ’til the mornin’, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug n—a until the day i die
livе my lifе as a boss player, ’cause еven gеttin’ high
these n—as got me tossin’ sh-t
i put the top down, now it’s time to floss my sh-t
keep your head up, n—a, make these motherf-ckers suffer
the game sharper than a motherf-ckin’ razor blade
say money bring b-tches, b-tches bring lies
one n—a’s gettin’ jealous and motherf-ckers die
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n—as and low riders in ski masks
screamin’, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n—a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n—a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
relax and take notes while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
the hooker layer, motherf-cker, say your prayers!
“hail mary, full of grace…” smack the b-tch in the face
take her gucci bag and the north face off her back
jab her if she act funny with the money
oh, you got me mistaken, honey
i don’t wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
the visa, capisce-ah? i’m out like the vapors
who’s the one you call mr. macho?
the head honcho, swift fists like cu-macho
i got so much styles i should be down with the stylistics
“make up to break up,” n—as need to wake up
smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure
then f-ck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
she don’t remember sh-t, just the two hits
her hittin’ the floor and me hittin’ the cl-t
sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin’ for the d-ck
and your moms ain’t ugly, love, my d-ck got rock quick
i guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
i was humpin’ around and jumpin’ around
jacked her, then, i asked her, “who’s her man?” she said, “b-i-g,”
then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)
[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n—a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight

[verse 3: pop smoke]
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that’s not my element
i like dark skins, love her melanin
huh, christian louboutin when i’m steppin’ in
thirty bottles of azul, tell ’em send ’em in
i had the lambo, switch to the ‘rari
i’m a gangster, but i like to party
pop a percy, go r-t-rded
i’m a brooklyn n—a, i’m cold-hearted
that’s why i like the bad gyal (woah), like riri (wait)
every time she see me, she wanna eat me (hold on)
i sound like justin bieber, please believe me
i said, “wow, i’m on the tv”
i can’t f-ck with broke b-tches, they be creepy
she be actin’ up, she always tryna leave me
but she a bad gyal and she freaky
i have her hangin’ off the rod like she mimi
i never hit a b-tch more than once ’cause they be leeches
but her p-ssy good, it taste like peaches
but she can have it, i don’t need it
i’d rather have my money green like kiwi
i don’t talk to n—as ’cause they be cappin’
disrespect me and see what happen
i don’t make a call for war, i start snappin’
grr, them bullets blastin’
[verse 4: dmx]
everyday sh-t, around the way sh-t got me stressed (what)
so i keep on the vest in case a n—a wanna test (uh)
i got no time for games ’cause i’m all grown up
you wanna joke n—a? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
see how funny it is when your kids ain’t got no father
cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
sh-t is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
didn’t think it was right, you should’ve checked it yourself (come on)
life is too short to get caught up in some dumb sh-t
wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum sh-t
time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
everyday it’s getting darker then comes the night
now what? (what) realize that you ain’t got sh-t (uh)
not long ago you was the man on some hot sh-t
so just peep the flow yo, ’cause you already in this
make sure your sh-t is right kid and handle your business

[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight

[verse 5: eazy-e]
aw yeah, let’s take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff with this and don’t slip
on a funky-ass track, jump back
strapped with a fat and a boot-a-sack in a 7-8 ‘lac
dope clean, gangsta lean, i got green
bud, i serve dubs like it ain’t no thing
i hang with o.g. players, don’t set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack
i don’t slack when it come to street
i kick real g funk to a gangsta beat
it’s so sweet, when you got money to spend
i got a proper big tilt and a fly-big benz
i make ends, spend my dough on no ho
that’s how it is and that’s how it goes
act like you know when i creep real slow
givin’ love to them players that i know is real g’s

[verse 6: ice cube]
the motherf-ckin’ world is a ghetto
full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
when the smoke settle
i’m just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilettos
dr. dre, h-llo, perculatin keep em waitin
while you sittin here hatin’, yo’ b-tch is hyperventilatin’
hopin that we penetratin’, you gets naythin’
cause i never been to satan, for hardcore administratin’
g-ngb-ng affiliatin’; mc ren’ll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(and you can tell em) it’s my son he’s hurtin’ me
(and he’s a felon) on parole for robbery
ain’t no coppin’ a plea, ain’t no stoppin’ a g
i’m in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
you handle sh-t sloppily i drop a key, properly
they call me the don dada
pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
even rottweilers, follow, the impala
wanna talk about this concrete? n—a i’m a scholar
the incredible, hetero-s-xual, credible
beg a ho, let it go, d-ck ain’t edible
n—a ain’t federal, i plan sh-t
while you hand picked motherf-ckers givin up transcripts

[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n—a until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight

[verse 7: dr. dre]
did i fall off?, got you in your room
rippin every “chronic” poster on your wall off
just cause i put away the sawed off
now i got you sittin back with a smirk;
listening with your arms crossed
questioning dre’s credibility (what?)
wondering if it’s still in me to produce hits;
y’all be k!llin me
as if i need to make mo’ i got a mansion
and six cars that are paid fo’ suck my d-ck! (h-llo)
we came a long way from not givin a f-ck
sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
now we got the whole world starstruck
made a million plus and still don’t give a motherf-ck
motherf-cker i’m dre – i don’t need your respect
i don’t need to make another album b-tch i don’t gotta do sh-t
i do it because i want to not to stay in the game
f-ck the fame, i’m still stayin the same, lil’ b-tch! (h-llo)

[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
look at these n—as with attitudes
look at these n—as with attitudes (h-llo)
i let the n—as know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)

[verse 8: mc ren]
villain blows up yo’ spot
take yo’ notebook yo’ b-tch and yo’ glock
this motherf-cker thought the coochie had a padlock
you slapped her ass that’s alarmin
cause she want my worm like carmen
we chin check n—as, them thin check n—as
run trains on gold diggers beware these fo’ n—as
scarin motherf-ckers like stephen king fl!cks
makin’ n—as clear the room like a dyk- fleein’ d-ck
makin 2nd to none sh-t, n—a like quik
so when i bomb first n—a who you rollin with?
f-ck that ice on your wrist, f-ck yo’ fine ass b-tch
cause you could lose it in a tussle n—a watch me hustle
watch n—as kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
b-tches – all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
same time same channel don’t change the dial
n—az4life, f-ckin your wife, these n—as wild (h-llo)

[verse 9: method man]
ayo, im so humble but on a bumble
i speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble
sunny, ill sell you a bunny and take it from you
won you
these rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice
yall make just come through like a five star
chillin but i could finish you, in five hours
working like baby jesus i get them lined up
thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god
staten island and cony island that’s two squads
something like this could cook crack that too hard
meth, im too fresh i smell like a new car the woo tang my favorite member is u-god

[verse 10: nas]
make history before you go
f-ck the misery, you living po’ we gettin dough
except the dollars other reasons why i’m living yo (why?)
time is valuable
low and behold the young, black, and powerful
got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow
you wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
paying doctors when i’m born, a preacher if i’m buried
that’s why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid’ness
if you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish
deals made by god and the devil, and we in it
p-wns in the game, can’t complain or say sh-t
just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth
no tears if i’m dumped in a he-rs-, i won’t be the first
nor the last, n—a, let’s get this cash, n—a

[verse 11: nipsey hussle]
where yo money at?
we gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
shootin’ up your block
switch cars, then we double back
you a funny cat
you ain’t made a hundred racks
you ain’t nothin’ like nip hussle
that’s a f-ckin’ fact
puttin’ on for my city, got 100 stats
i’m the realest n—a in it, can’t front on that
a lot of fake n—as hate me cause they wanna rap
but if they dumb enough to say it, i’ma f-ckin snap
big guns, big guns, i got big guns
ar’s, ak’s, n—a, pick one
this young n—a on that sh-t, you should get on
and i promise she get f-cked if yo’ b-tch come
know some inglewood n—as showed a crip love
he was like, “that n—a nip kinda sick, blood”
know them east side n—as bang my sh-t tough, it’s all of love
even to my homeboys that switched up
funny thing is they swore when i get rich
i would turn my back on ’em, but i’m still up in the mix, huh
god d-mn, ain’t that some sh-t?
can a young pull up in a six gettin’ his d-ck sucked?
where yo money at?
we gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
shootin’ up your block
switch cars, then we double back
you a funny cat
you ain’t made a hundred racks
you ain’t nothin’ like nip hussle
that’s a f-ckin’ fact

[verse 12: snoop dogg]
for god so loved the world he gave us a good crip
the late, great neighborhood nip
dippin’ in this l.a. bullsh-t
’bout as solid of youngsta as a n—a could get (yup)
wasn’t nothin’ like these thug phonies
was always showin’ love and big respect for all the blood homies (what up)
you understood the values in the youth
man, i swear to god, nephew, you was the truth
d-mn, how could this n—a do this?
it’s ’cause every neighborhood jesus got a neighborhood judas
who hate to see your team ridin’ rich
you see that envy and that pride, that’s that green-eyed b-tch
worse than a woman scorned (d-mn)
it had been better for that man if he had never been born
but mary, don’t you mourn, martha, don’t you weep
you see, your son still affected us deep
give us the faith to take that leap

[chorus: 2pac & ice cube]
i let the n-ggas know it’s on for life
so let the west side ride tonight (all eyes on me)
live the life of a thug n-gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
i started this gangsta sh-t
and this the motherf-cking thanks i get? (h-llo)
i let the n-ggas know it’s on for life
don’t let the west side ride tonight
all eyes on me

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n-ggas! see how that sh-t go?
n-gga walk up in this motherf-cker and it be like, “bing!”
cops, b-tches, every-motherf-ckin’-body
live my life as a thug n-gga until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high
i got bustas, hoes, and police watchin’ a n—a, you know?
( live my life as a thug n-gga until the day i die
livin’ life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high) (all eyes on me)
he he he, it’s like what they think
i’m walkin’ around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin’ all eyes on me
they think i’m goin’ back to jail, they really on that dope
i got me some valentine
all eyes on me

- 2pac and pop smoke

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