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letra de fire on my target (ft. prodigy) - 2pac

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[verse 1: 2pac]
i be a hustler til it’s over, motherf-cker
the motherf-ckin’ dust kicker, who can you trust?
do you have the heart to see a n-gg-, before you bust?
my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
bustin’ motherf-ckers out the box, i ain’t even go!
now how the h-ll do you explain, my claim to fame?
from doin’ flicks to bustin’ tricks out the f-ckin’ frame
got these b-tches on my jock, n-gg-s on my block
jealous -ss suckers got ’em duckin’ from my smokin’ glock
and bustin’ n-gg-s -sses to stay alive
skinny -ss player watchin’ bigger motherf-ckers fry
they ask me how i’m livin? haaah i’m a hustler
buckin’ busters ’til they die

[prodigy]
lord forgive me
the hennessy got me not knowin’ how to act
i’m fallin’ and i can’t turn back
until my death
you walkin’ with your head down, scared to look
god bless my soul

[hook]
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target, oh sh-t!

[prodigy]
we got the illest combination of this right here man
ha-ha, uh man, y’all runnin’ out of steam already?
that’s all y’all got man?
that’s all y’all got man?!

[verse 2: prodigy]
it go one, two, three to the fourth
that n-gg- p-double got that sh-t for y’alls
peoples to rock to, stirrin’ up pots of brew
in h-ll’s kitchen, i chef the impossible
to serve hot plates all across the unified states
sit down and sup with the top rap reps
we the streets that’s watchin’, boy, move diligent
you better walk like a n-gg- on a tightrope do
infamous
might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin’
fresh with my bandanna and timbs, we outta there
pushin’ to the limit like montana did
army bags full of money, bullet proof this
and that too, put some in the roof
n-gg-s be shootin’ from windows, we untouchable
yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs
make alb-ms that click more than little drugs

[hook]
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target, oh sh-t!

[verse 3: 2pac]
n-gg-s know i ain’t the one to sleep on, i’m under pressure
gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
word to god i’ve been ready to die since i was born
i don’t want no sh-t but n-gg-s trip and, yo, it’s on
open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
it’s a man’s world, n-gg-s get played, another stray
hope i live to see another day, hey!
i’m gettin’ sweated by these undercovers
who can i trust, got my mama stressin’, thinkin’ it’s a drug bust
gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached
we livin’ a drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
will i blast when it’s time to shoot? don’t even ask
that’s the consequences when ya livin’ fast
don’t turn around i ain’t givin’ up, cause they don’t worry me
p-ssy -ss b-tches better bury me, bury me!

[hook]
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target
they got me runnin’ from the police, nowhere to go
with the lights out, rollin’ down a dirt road
but i ain’t goin’ alive, i’d rather die than be a convict
i’d rather fire on my target, oh sh-t! (x2)

- 2pac

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