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can't stop me (makavelian souljah force remix) - 2pac lyrics

[intro] (2pac)
yeah n-ggas, you can’t f-ck with us
tell ’em to come the f-ck on
scared b-tch motherf-ckas, yeah

[verse 1: 2pac]
dave duke sure look cute in that black suit oooohhh
but even cuter behind the barrel of my six shooter oh
you look worried cause i ain’t burried
punks leave in a hurry cause i throw flurries making mothaf-ckas, scurry
come feel the flavor from my single
and brain cell’s tingle i’m feeling stronger than a f-ckin mad dingo
and uh how’s that for black history?
i stay strapped, and love to jack those that slang that crack misery ha
cause being a n-gga means you love n-ggas
but how could you love n-ggas if you trying drug n-ggas?
you motherf-ckas need your caps peeled
cause when blacks k!ll blacks we stay trapped and thats, real
and we don’t need no more statistic’s
it’s time to get more realistic for the young the black and the gifted
and uh
until my people get uplifted
there’s no popping sh-t, just popping clips instead of marching we gon’ rip
sh-t

[chorus (2pac)]
some say the government will watch me
but they can’t stop me
i’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse
and even if they pull their triggers
they can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n-ggas
some say the government will watch me
but they can’t stop me
i’m droppin’ evil with the people as my posse
and even if they pull their triggers
they can shoot one man, but nothings gonna stop the plan of true n-ggas

[verse 2: 2pac]
how should i plead? forever thuggin’ on a quest to get g’s
runnin’ from enemies ever since the days of a seed
i’m under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin’
thinkin’ n-ggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
wonder why the police don’t wanna see me stackin’ g’s
they after a playa, but i won’t let ’em capture me
i gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine
i can’t sleep, close my eyes, i see wicked things
i keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
preoccupied with homicide, my life’s in danger
rollin’ down the 405, beware of stangers
hand on my 4-5; that’s what the fame does
i’m probably wrong, but i’ll never know it till i’m gone
from out the gutter where the jealous motherf-ckers roam
p-ss the weed let that hennessey get to me
before the penitentiary, let’s get it on!

[bridge (2pac)]
f-ck them skinhead -ss n-ggas
f-ck the police, and the clan, here’s what we do to the motherf-ckin’ clan, let’s move

[verse 3: 2pac]
they got me mobbin like i’m loc’ed
and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherf-ckin’ gloves on
i ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
trust, i got my glock c-cked playa if they press me
bust on motherf-ckers with a – paa-ssion
better duck cause i ain’t lookin when i’m – b-blaaastin
i’m a nut and drinkin hennessey and gettin’ high
on the lookout for my enemies, don’t wanna die
tell me why? ’cause this stress is gettin’ major
a buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can i do but be a thug until i’m dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry b-st-rds want to k!ll me in my sleep
but will they can i see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin’ in the streets
and i’ll be ballin’ loc
don’t let ’em make you worry
keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise h-ll, a n-gga from the gutta
word to m-th- i’m touched
i’m kickin dust up
ready to bust
i’m on the scene steady muggin’ mean
until they k!ll me
i’ll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there’s so much pain

- 2pac lyrics

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