Open Fire - 2Pac

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me?

I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me

I’m out the gutter, pick a hero

I’m 165 and stayin' high 'til I die, my competition’s zero

'Cause I could give a fuck about you, you better duck

Go or I’ll be forced to hit yo' ass up, I give a fuck

I’m sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?

It’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me

Niggas 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 shit but niggas 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, niggas 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

Six bricks of tricks, for my niggas, I gotta come up

And recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures

Is it a bust?

I hear the sirens, run for cover

Over the fence and open fire

Alright now, here we go

These motherfuckers on my ass I’m in traffic, will it be tragic?

I’m comin' round the corner like I’m Magic

Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches

In a high speed chase with these punk bitches

Don’t turn around I ain’t givin' up, cause they don’t worry me

Pussy ass bitches better bury me

Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I’m on foot

We in the hood, how the fuck they gon' catch a crook?

haha

I got away cause I’m clever

Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together

I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies

At the coppers that pursue me, beotch!

I be a hustler 'til it’s over, motherfucker

Open fire on you bustas

Alright now, here we go

Don’t try to follow me, I’m headed outta state

I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I’m transportin' weight

Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin'

Droppin' keys like they stolen, hehe

Tell me who do you fear?

I’m outta town until the coast is clear

Enough dope to last a year

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

I hit the corner doin' ninety, ahhhh shit!

Them bitches right behind me

They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires

Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka!

Hahahaha, Thug Life, bitch!

goin' out like that