The Fatha Figga - 2Pac

Hustlas, ballers, players

Yeah, uh

The father figure

It don’t stop, it don’t stop

Uh, it don’t stop

One love, one love

I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds

Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors

Me, I be the one that’s only 12 years old

Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold

And I was told to put it down, and keep it real

Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill

In this California lifestyle that I live

Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs

Survivin in the city is a serious task

Didn’t know the (?) wanted, didn’t have time to ask

Cuz I’m Bout It Bout It like the TRU

One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too

Baby youngsters wanna be like you

You’re the father figure of today

We need to find a better way

We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain’t no punks

Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts

With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin

Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin

Now bitin over dirty work, that ain’t cool

With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools

We rob them old fools, won’t you amount your scratch

Respect them young G’s, they the ones that’s strapped, ya know

Dogg Pound, that’s the sound, check around, we hold it down

It’s the super duper, yes the Snoop-a

Comin through, in all gray and blue

Kickin the game to the playas from the bay

All over the world and out the UK

Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G

Cuz I’m what they love, you see

I’ll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em

To the whale, leave em in a spell

And I got a little story to tell

For all my homies that’s locked up in jail

I kick it to ya give it to ya for real

Cuz I know y’all dealin with the reals every day and

To get killed ain’t nothin to laugh about

But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a

Bulletproof

Hoo ride and slide around town in

But yet and still, if I get peeled

My niggas gon ride forver and that’s real

Ain’t no stoppin we ain’t coppin no pleas

We spit game for all the real G’s

Feel up the (?) they love to have it

They love to take it to the dome, yeah it’s on

Meanwhile back in the lab

Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad

Confidential information exchanged up on the regular

One dead head, two steps a my competitor

Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought

Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault

Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half

Pullin capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz

In for the cash

Man this gang is thick

If one caught up in the track we can all get sick

And have em shook

The four O crook didn’t leave a clue

Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do

(Both)

I’ll keep doin what I’m gon do

With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that’s my nigga

Representin (Frisco, in case you didn’t know)

(We blow by like Jerry Rice

Come back with styles that are oh so nice)

Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC

You gots to have (cash) to make it these days

You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)

I go the man and I get a (8 track)

Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)

Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh

Blaze with my homies and it’s (on like that y’all)