2Pac And Biggie Gun RMX Lyrics

[2Pac]

Hahaha yeah n____, f___ em' all
f___ all you m____fuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to m____fuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
n____z get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
f___ a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these b____es that's on my d___
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for n____z to trip
Cause b____ I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug n____
With love n____z
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So f___ em' all

[Biggie]

Armed and dangerous,
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust,
Label us Notorious
Thug a__ n____z that love to bust,
It's strange to us
Y'all n____z be scramblin,
Gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins,
And violins
We just sittin here tryin to win,
Tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen,
Steadily countin them Benjamins
n____ you should too,
If you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this s___ since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
f___ a few female stars or two
n____, blue light, n____, move like Mike, s___
not to be f___ed with
m_________er better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck s___
f___ the luck s___, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' s___
Grab yo' gat, call yo' click
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them n____z I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?