Songtext U Don't Have 2 Worry von 2 Pac - (Lyrics, Songtexte & mehr von 2 Pac)

Songtext:

Yo cmon man, what do you mean you dont wanna ride with me nigga Cmon, 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 niggaz gon be blastin at it It aint even that deep baby) You dont have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we 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 car Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump Why niggaz run Im the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside Though its 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 Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at latin quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, its a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause Im still fuckin yo bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame [young noble] Dont remember hit em up, dont make us do it once.. more Yo niggaz know, you aint fucking with them out..lawz We keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Dont 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 Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it Its 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 niggaz with the words though the heats preferred Holla [chorus] You dont have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they outlawz on the row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know [napoleon] pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car witcha Id have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, outlawz til Im gone Heavy in the game and we coming 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, mayne You dont have to worry cause I ride for ya Like k said over loyal 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 ima fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon have your names on it Ill never let them forget I put my seeds on it [kastro] 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 niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you aint 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 cant strategize then you just cant eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if its beef and your man disappear then dont sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (? ) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it [chorus] [young noble] I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now Im a rider, connivin gutsy And I dont trust nobody, so dont nobody trust me And thats how ima go about it til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the ogs raised me If I sleep I wont eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think Im goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner Ive been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the lord but the church cant cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And thats the way its gonna be til they bury me But dont twist it cause none of yall niggaz worry me [outlawz] What the fuck you didnt know? Kizza-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Yall niggaz cant fade me with the clippers We put it down, look 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 free to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child [chorus] Let the punks know (repeat 3x)

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