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letra de first 2 bomb (remix) - 2pac

[intro: daz]
yeah… knockin’ n-ggas the f-ck out
y’all n-ggas know how we do
yeah n-gga, you know how we do when we ride up on your b-tch -ss

[verse 1: 2pac]
tell me baby, what’s your frequency
you see i’m makin’ proposals that’s full of verbal indecency when ya meetin’ me
flash light i’m buzzed, wasn’t right like drugs
got 3 strikes, you got these last night’s for thugs
holdin’ my position my compet-tion is never ready
ripped like a machete, my alias makaveli
so what they tell me through the grapevine
n-ggas ain’t tryin’ to see me paid, they rather take mine
retaliation takes time
create rhymes, that so ferocious that the b-ss line
went for my vocals every time a n-gga say it rhyme
spendin’ and bustin’ you thought you was but you wasn’t, prepared
n-ggas is scared, i’m eternally thuggin’
like kamikazes on a suicide mission i’m spittin’
multiple gunshots, burnin’ turnin’ rappers to victims
i kick ’em all day, and our motto was make ’em all pay
you think you rough enough? n-gga you crawl away

[chorus: 2pac & daz]
first to bomb, right out the gate n-gga f-ck your size
come be my enemy k!lla, when i see you eye to eye
first to bomb, right out the gate n-gga f-ck your size
it’s makaveli with dillinger when it’s time to ride
first to bomb, right out the gate n-gga f-ck your size
come be my enemy k!lla, when i see you eye to eye
first to bomb, right out the gate n-gga f-ck your size
it’s makaveli with dillinger when it’s time to ride

[verse 2: daz]
that’s when the slaughter begin, that’s when i murdered your friend
on the news of ten , your homie got then
you crazy -ss thinking its back runnin’, runnin’
runnin’ the streets again, with aks and mac-10s
[?], livin’ america wanted
this on escape from the heaters [?]
you and your homie is gone, when we ride up on you
and we ride like a roller, all dog to talk
5 double o b-e-n-z dag
dpg showin’ the place to be
wow this [?] will split the fella in flat
leavin’ suckers stuckin’
gang bang bang
i’m from the mad -ss dogg pound
always down for the dolo
n-gga you know we ghetto fo fo
n-ggas screamin’ a “oh no”
showing proof on n-gga we cuttin’ your throat motherf-cker

[verse 3: 2pac]
first to bomb, quick to unload
expose, my foes, for being b-tches
keepin’ n-ggas suspicious, 2 glocks
is filled with ammo
my army fatigues ready for battle
lyrical commando, let’s get it on
tell me n-gga, how much you can handle
bangin’ on wax, i turn the track into a roman candle (boom)
my intention specifically, thugged out, no sympathy
pictures of closed caskets, soon as daz’s get with me
i’m first to bomb, first is the calm, then the panic
soon as my n-ggas break, we earthquake the whole planet
adversaries can’t understand it
the way my n-ggas strategize
don’t n0body die unless we planned it
life long committed, i write songs and spit it
no matter how hard mothaf-ckas try they can’t get it
it’s west coast, westside, outlawz ’til we die, thug life
mothaf-ckas on the ride and we–

[verse 4: daz]
i come from battle rap, n-gga imagine that
for every n-gga that you got i got for the match
n-gga you better give it up n-gga or die for its spot
the cash and jewelry get my avenges kinda blind
my vision ain’t blurry, told mama don’t worry
now i got the streets strapped, the stripes in glory
if i live to tell a story about the gangstas and thugs
the homies [?] that drug through the mud
and you dog your own rate [?]
weed, money, alcohol, with aks
sprayed flap for your dope and you’re not
come beating then you bow for the n-ggas get shot, motherf-cker

yeah, y’all b-tches can be
knocking all y’all [?] off your heads, yeah
f-ck [?], it’s the [?]
f-ck that, yeah, we’ll live with that

- 2pac

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