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2pac - all eyez on me (10 minutes remix) - prod. bad dude lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
big syke, ‘nook, paint, bogart, big serge (yeah)
y’all know how this sh*t go (you know)
all eyes on me
motherf*ckin’ og
roll up in the club and sh*t, is that right?
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
but you know what?

[verse 1: 2pac]
i bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
so many player*hatin’ n*ggas tryna sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don’t think they knowin’
straight to the depths of h*ll is where them cowards goin’
well, are you still down? n*gga, holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of n*ggas every time we ride
hittin’ motherf*ckers up when we pass by
until i die, live the life of a boss player
’cause even when i’m high, f*ck with me and get crossed later
the futures in my eyes, ’cause all i want is cash and thangs
a five*double*0 benz, flauntin’ flashy rings, uhh
b*tches pursue me like a dream
been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems, my main thing was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherf*ckin’ razor blade
say money bring b*tches, b*tches bring lies
one n*gga’s gettin’ jealous and motherf*ckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
we got foe n*ggas and low riders in ski masks
screamin’, “thug life” every time they pass, all eyes on me
[chorus: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high

[bridge: big syke]
hey, to my n*gga ‘pac

[verse 2: big syke]
so much trouble in the world, n*gga
can’t n0body feel your pain
the world’s changin’ everyday, time’s movin’ fast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i’m caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i’m lost in the land with no plan, livin’ life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
mediocres got a lot of nerve
let my bucket swerve, i’m takin’ off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to servin’ this moët and pay checks
like akai satellite, n*gga, i’m forever ballin’
it ain’t right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin’
sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handlin’ my business, n*gga, keep on coastin’
where you goin’, i been there, came back as lonely, homie
steady flowin’ against the grain, n*ggas still don’t know me
it’s about the money in this rap sh*t, this cr*p sh*t
it ain’t funny, n*ggas don’t even know how to act, sh*t
what can i do? what can i say? is there another way?
blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
my little homie g, can’t you see i’m buster*free?
n*ggas can’t stand me; all eyes on me
[chorus: 2pac]
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me

[verse 3: trippie redd]
ooh, nowadays i really miss my f*cking idols
so that’s the title, i grab a bible, pray for my rivals
dead on arrival, i swear this sh*t did me like a cycle
bodies and piles, blood rivers resemble niles
they need survival, they need to rehe*rs* a recital
i just sit back and listen to old wayne songs
and get dome from a b*tch while i brainstorm
and spit flames while i start making it rainstorm
you see i can’t ignore it
you n*ggas gon’ see it’s in your brain snoring
and you sleep on me until you can’t no more
’til you can’t no more
haha, yeah, ayy

[verse 4: snoop dogg]
it’s like i’m 17 again
peach fuzz on my face
lookin’, on the case
tryna find a h*lla taste
oh my god, i’m on the chase, chevy
it’s gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it
dippin’ away, time keeps slippin’ away
zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay
tippin’ like i’m drippin’ in paint
upfront, four blunts, like, “khalifa put
[chorus: 2pac]
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high

[verse 5: big l]
n0body can take nothin’ from big l but a loss, chief
the last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false t**th
i’m known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
got more cash than gotti
(you don’t know?) you better ask somebody
big l is a crazy brother, and i’m a lady lover
a smooth kid that’ll run up in your baby mother
i push a sl!ck benz, i’m known to hit skins
and get ends and commit sins with sick friends
’cause i’m a money getter, also a honey hitter
you think you nice as me? haha, you’s a funny n*gga
i flows, so one of my shows wouldn’t be clever to miss
i’m leavin’ competitors p*ssed
to tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
i’m catchin’ wreck to the break of dawn
in this song, yo, it’s a must that i put it on

[chorus: 2pac]
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player (all eyes on me) ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me
live the life of a thug n*gga until the day i die
live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high
all eyes on me

[verse 6: juice wrld]
i say hi, my name is mr. brainless
toting on the stainless, leave you on the pavement
my flow go brazy, that’s on the daily
its funerals for goofy hoes, i give the p*ssy daisies
shaking like haiti, rock*a*bye like a baby
i’m not a xbox, therefore you can’t play me
my flow like eminem, really it’s too shady
eminem, wayne, and drake d*mn near made me
now i’m the next up, yo b*tch giving her neck up
i had to f*ck s*xt her, kick it out don’t text her
i don’t even caress her, if anything i finesse her
and you know i’m bout the scott, drinking sh*t like carreta
in the cut with beretta, at your head like beretta
my flow go forever, i don’t show no effort
the way i freestyle sh*t, the same sh*t that they write
i’m piped up give you a nosebleed, you sniffing that white

[verse 7: 50 cent]
ain’t n0body cold as me, i dress so fresh, so clean
you can find me in my whip, rockin’ my fendi drip
man, you know just what i mean
shinin’, wrist with the rocks on it, buscemis with locks on it
everything my voice on, this sh*t knock, don’t it?
balenciaga saga, i’m in bergdorf ballin’
it’s just another episode, my hoes, i spoil ’em
she like the fly sh*t and i like to buy sh*t
sh*t, i’m gettin’ stupid money, what else we gon’ do with money?
b*tch, we be ballin’ out, the king bring you 50 bottles
tonight, we gon’ blow a check, worry ’bout your sh*t tomorrow
the turn up be so real, we ’bout to be super lit
boy, i’m kickin’ straight facts, that’s just how we do this sh*t
tomorrow, we hangin’ over ’til we start feelin’ sober
then it’s time to start it over, here we go again

[verse 8: ice*t]
yo, it’s time for me to pump the volume
no problem, the record’s revolvin’
evil’s the mixer, i’m the rap trickster
paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
ice, coolin’, yo colder than ever
punk executioner e, pull the lever
rotate the wax then cut an’ axe the tracks
push up the levels till the red lights max
don’t try to size up, you better wise up
to the rap criminals, we’re succeeded
dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed
for this drug deal, i’m the big wheel
the dope i’m sellin’, you don’t smoke, you feel
out on the dance floor, on my world tour
i’m sellin’ dope in each and every record store

[verse 9: ol’ dirty b*st*rd]
so i glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
i whispered in their ear: “wanna be with me?”
you wanna look pretty though, in my video
ol’ dirty on the hat and i let you all know
just dance if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
if you stop i’ma put the k!ller ants in your pants
i’m the o*d*b as you can see
f.b.i., don’t you be watching me
i don’t want no problems, ‘cause i’ll put you down
in the ground where you can not be found
i’m just dirt dog trying to make some money
so give me my streaks and give me my honey!
radios play this all day, everyday
recognize i’m a fool and you love me!
none of you, nuh, better look at me funny
nuh, you know my name, now give me my money!

[outro: 2pac]
pay attention, my n*ggas! see how that sh*t go?
n*gga walk up in this motherf*cker and it be like, “bing!”
cops, b*tches, every*motherf*ckin’*body
(live my life as a thug n*gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high)
i got bustas, hoes, and police watchin’ a n*gga, you know?
(i live my life as a thug n*gga until the day i die)
(livin’ life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high)
he he he, it’s like what they think
i’m walkin’ around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin’
they think i’m goin’ back to jail, they really on that dope
(live my life as a thug n*gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss playa)
i know y’all watchin’, i know y’all got me in the scopes
(live my life as a thug n*gga until the day i die)
(live my life as a boss playa, ’cause even gettin’ high)
i know y’all know this is thug life, baby!
y’all got me under surveillance, huh?
all eyes on me, but i’m knowin’

- prod bad dude lyrics

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