Deadly Combination (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ron G & 2Pac] Yes, indeed It's the mix king, Ron G I got somethin' the world ain't ready for New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta D.C., Detroit, New Orleans Y'all know the deal, flavor Hahaha Yeah, nigga, yeah That's right Baby, this how we do it [Verse 1: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me I think niggas is tryin' to kill me Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches They used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone Bitches be warned, word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong And then it's on, before I leave, picture me I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free Watch me set it Niggas don't want it, you can get it, bet it Make these jealous niggas mad, I said it This Thug Life, nigga, we don't cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hunnid motherfuckers at your door with .44's [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahaha Yeah, nigga Thug Life [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the Pearly Gates Fuck Him, I didn't wanna go to Heaven anyway But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped Talkin' 'bout some, "Praise the Lord" shit "Hail Mary," fuck her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer "Our Father," my pops stuck up dope spots Big, black and mean with the fifth by the Gabardine What you expected from his next of kin? Uh, I'm loco, bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith & Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin' the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take To make my heart stop, and my body start to shake? Ron G, stop the break [Verse 3: Big L] I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid A Bad Boy just like Notorious B.I.G A Roc-A-Fella like Shawn Carter With more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper armed robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' My lifestyle is far out, every week, bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out Uh, 'cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream [Outro: Big L & 2Pac] Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem's finest Yeah, that nigga who hold it down for Uptown Hahaha That's how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga It's the heat, nigga Now, rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it Deadly combination, bwoy