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letra de 2pac - let's ride - dj chop up

[hook: dj chop up as 2pac]
it’s makaveli, baby… (x9)
let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, get high (x2)
it’s makaveli, baby… (x9)
nothing but the thugs, the thugs, the thugs (x2)
it’s makaveli, baby… (x9)
let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, get high (x2)

nothing but the thugs, nothing but the thugs, the thugs
nothing but the thugs, nothing but the thugs, the thugs

it’s makaveli, baby… (x9)
let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, get high (x2)

[verse 1: 2pac]
they wanna bury me, i’m worried — i’m losin’ my mind
look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision’s blurry
fallin’ to pieces, am i guilty? i pray to the lord
but he ignores me, unfortunately, ‘cause i’m guilty
show me a miracle, i’m hopeless
i’m chokin’ off marijuana smoke
with every toke it’s like i’m losin’ focus
fallin’ to sleep while i’m at service, when will i die?
forever paranoid and nervous, because i’m high
don’t mention funerals, i’m stressin’ and goin’ nutty
and reminiscin’ ’bout them niggas that murdered my buddy
i wonder: when will i be happy? ain’t nothin’ funny
flashbacks of bustin’ caps, anything for money
where am i goin’? i discovered, can’t nothin’ save me
my next door neighbor’s havin’ convo with undercovers
put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
happy birthday, b-tch, you know you shouldn’t have did it
everybody’s dyin’, am i next? who can i trust?
will they be g’s, and they look at me before they bust?
or will they k!ll me while i’m sleepin’?
two to the head while i’m in bed
leakin’ blood on my satin sheets
is there a heaven for a baller?
i’m gettin’ suspicious of this b-tch
the line’s busy everytime i call her
now she’s tellin’ me to visit, who else is home?
i check the house before i bone, so we all alone
after i nut i hit the highway — see ya later!
to all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her
the b-tch is tellin’ all her homies
that i can fuck her like no other
now them other b-tches wanna bone me
i’m under pressure, gettin’ drunk, somebody help me
i drink a fifth of hennessy, i don’t think it’s healthy
i see my enemies, they creepin’, don’t make me blast
i watch the 5-0’s roll, the motherfuckers p-ss
by me like they know me, smilin’ as they laugh
i put up my middle finger, then i dash
niggas don’t like me, ‘cause i’m thuggin’
and every day i’m a hustler lookin’ to get paid
they wanna bury me, i’m worried — no need to lie
i pray to god i don’t scream when it’s time to fry
nowhere to rest, i’m losin’ homies — ain’t that a b-tch?
when i was rich i had clout, now a nigga’s lonely
i put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
i see visions of me dead, lord, are you there?
then tell me, am i lost? ‘cause i’m lonely
i thought i had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely
nowhere to run, i’m in terror, and no one cares
a closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
is there a future for a k!ller? i change my ways
but still that don’t promise me the next day
so i stay thuggin’ with a p-ssion, forever blastin’
i’m bustin’ on these motherfuckers in my madness
they wonder if i’m hellbound
well, hell can’t be worse than this, ‘cause i’m in hell now
don’t make me hurt you, i don’t want to, but i will
seen motherfuckers k!lled over phone bills
never will i die, i’ll be back
reincarnated as a motherfuckin’ mac
-11, ‘cause in heaven there’s no shortage on g’s
i’m tellin’ you now: you motherfuckers don’t know me
you don’t know me..

[hook: dj chop up as 2pac]
it’s makaveli, baby… (x9)
let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, get high (x2)

- dj chop up

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