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2 Pac

Hahaha
Oh yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall down
(never)
Hahaha
Yeah
Huh
My home boys might squabble but we don’t
fall down
Ugh
Yeah
My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall
down (hey)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war
Bring it, lets
do it
Huhuhuh

[Verse 1: Tupac]

Cross this nigga here

Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain’t a living soul breathing shall
pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard

Fuck with me bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can’t reach me

Caught in a maze
Catch em
Mimicking my style trying to walk this way

Impossible my posse dropping you
We Death Row riders
No need to beg
motherfucker ain’t no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed
The richer I get
the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear
God I been feeling like I’m close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close,
smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas
catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me
A mercenary for the streets

Check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it’s the thug in me
Now
niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit
Then get to squealing
Bitch made
catching feeling
Hahaha

[Chorus X2]

Outlaw niggas are
you ready to clown
My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down

Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes
when we hit your town
Catching Feelings

[Verse 2: Napolean]


Yeah, Napolean..
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a
motherfucker
Dropping my gun
Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

But that ain’t me
Dog my minds now clear
And that ain’t fair dog

Your heart pump fear
In the state I *censored*
You better hide nigga
*censored* is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain’t no killer

So kill that
You wouldn’t kill if you had to
We might wobble but we
don’t fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli
Pass it around

Ahhhh, shit
We gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend

The game is ours
Now we coast together
Put our thoughts together

Won’t question will we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come

Kadafi trained soldier
I show you how to use your gun
Bring it


[Chorus x2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My
homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches

Untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

Catching Feelings

[Verse 3]

We Yelling
M - A - D
- E
N - I - Double G
A
Motherfuckers
And we here to stay

From curb surfing
We working the industry
You kidding me
It’s
really nothing to me and my king
You see
We in the big things
Eat a
dick man
If your hating
We gone ride
’Till the wheels fall off

Pay attention
Screaming
Bye bye bitches
Untouchable sound (ugh)

Ride or die niggas
And we hunting you down
Representing all the real
niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po po
Trying to get to
some mo’
Street life
Young strugglers
Racing the clock
Ain’t no
telling when it all can end
Roll or rock
That’s the world
With
feelings
This a mans world youngin’
The bitches in business
So learn
a ’lil something
Hey
Stop running your mouth
You’re on the verge of
squealing
Bitch made catching feelings
Nigga
Ugh

[Chorus
x2]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might
squabble but we don’t fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable
sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings


[Verse 4]

Everybody’s a gangsta
But don’t put in work

Instead of putting on the armor
Niggas put on a skirt
These drugs
ain’t helping
It only making it worse
And the streets ain’t got nothing
for me but herbs
I can’t trust the church or the mobs
I can only trust
God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

[Chorus x3]

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown
My homeboys might
squabble but we don’t fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches
Untouchable
sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching Feelings