U Don’t Have 2 Worry
Say they shot me in my nuts / Out of luck / Quit bullshit nigga / ’Cause I’m still fuckin’ yo’ bitch
[2Pac]
Yo c’mon man
What do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me, nigga
C’mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin’ car, man
Yo why you trippin’ man? Get in the fuckin’ car, man
Get in the fuckin’ car.. get in the car
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car
’Cause you, you think niggas gon’ be blastin’ at it
It ain’t even that deep baby)
[2Pac]
You don’t have to worry
You can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream
How they die for me now
Only got one clique
They Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
[2Pac]
Repetitive blows are thrown
To my foes
No love shown get disposed of
Blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies
To mash my comp
Gettin’ wicked with my ski-mask
Find the stash and dump
While niggas run
I’m the last one standin’
The rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon
Westside
Though it’s worldwide
No one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric
Once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life
Throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders
When I wrote this shit
Though we go back
Like wild knights at Latin Quarters
Niggas tried to kill me
And I fed their wife
And their daughters
Blazed the weed
Draped they seeds
Gave ’em cash
Pass the fame
And let the game go rollin’ past
Why you change
It’s a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves
Niggas never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts
Out of luck
Quit bullshit nigga
’Cause I’m still fuckin’ yo’ bitch
Niggas got me twisted
In a bad way
Why you change?
Fuck with me
All this shit pay
Nigga fuck the fame
[Young Noble]
Y’all remember “Hit ’Em Up”
Don’t make us do it once more
Yo’ niggas know
You ain’t fuckin’ with them Outlawz
We keep souljas
Souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
Your the type to get sniped
When the cops is lookin’
Don’t nobody give a fuck
’Cause you done crossed the game
Lost in fame
And you should take
All the blame
You made yo’ bed nigga
Lay in it
You scared to come up out that cell
Nigga stay in it
It’s not a game only got one click
We Outlawz from the do’
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo’
You kissin’ the flo’
We dirty as the motherfuckin’ streetz of Jerz
We sweep niggas with the words
Though the heat’s preferred
Holla
[2Pac]
You don’t have to worry
You can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream
How they die for me now
Only got one clique
They Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know
[E.D.I.]
’Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin’ car wit’cha
I’d have took every bullet
That they threw
Hand of God, nigga
I only got one click
Outlawz ’til I’m gone
Heavy in the game
And we comin’ for they fuckin’ throne
The love is gone
Well it is what it is
And plottin’ on us
They best be prayin’ for they kids, man
You don’t have to worry
’Cause I ride for ya
Like K said over loyal
We even tell ’bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game
And dog I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin’
I’ma fuckin’ ball for ya
And everything I do
Gon’ have your names on it
I’ll never let them forget
I put my seeds on it
[Napoleon]
You gon’ die before yo’ time
Come face the truth
In the middle of the desert
Nigga, lace your boots
As a youth, hundred proof
Tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio niggas still remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain’t done yet
Swallow yo’ teeth
In the field you woulda been
Need a straw when you eat
Fuck a Glock nine
That shit is weak on the streets
And if you can’t strategize
Then you just can’t eat
If your life in another nigga hand
You dead
And if it’s beef and your man disappear
Then don’t sweat it
Another fake nigga usin’ my strengths
To get credit
I mean you might face sound scared
But your heartbeat said it
[2Pac]
You don’t have to worry
You can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream
How they die for me now
Only got one clique
They Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know
[Kastro]
I was born ugly
Unlucky and dusty
But now I’m a rider
Connivin’ gutsy
And I don’t trust nobody
So don’t nobody trust me
And that’s how I’ma go about it
’Til somebody bust me
I play for keeps
Like the OG’s raised me
If I sleep I won’t eat
Who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I’m goin’ crazy
’Cause my hair is gettin’ thinner
I’ve been drinkin’ on the daily
I can hardly remember
I got - bad nerves
Paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord
But the church can’t cure me
I sleep light
I wake peekin’ out my window
With guns under my mattress
And guns under the pillow
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
’Til they bury me
But don’t twist it
’Cause none of y’all niggas worry me
[Young Noble & (Kastro)]
What the fuck you didn’t know?
(Kizza-Kastro)
Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river
(No dizoubt)
My niggas couldn’t fade me with some clippers
(You put it down
Look all around
’Til we find you we hound
Penitentiary bound
To remind you)
[Kadafi]
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click
Tasty like a Pringle
Sneakin’ through your chimney
Like Kris Kringle
On some shit
Get me fee to let my ice click
Ka-pling
Ka-plow
I been a thug shootin’ slugs
Since a child
[2Pac]
You don’t have to worry
You can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream
How they die for me now
Only got one clique
They Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know