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  • Title:Heartz of Men
  • Artist:2Pac
  • Album:All Eyez On Me (Remastered)
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    Ay Suge
    What I tell you, nigga
    When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do
    I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right
    Watch this
    Ay Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars
    Yeah nigga, time to ride
    Grab your bulletproof vest nigga 'cause it's gonna be a long one
    Now me and Quik finna show you niggas what it's like on this side
    The real side
    Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers
    And there's gonna be some pussies
    Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
    The pussies are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
    Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky
    See, you got some niggas on your side that say they're your friends
    But in real life they your enemies
    And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies
    But in real life they eyes is on your money
    See, the enemies will say they true
    But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
    It's a dirty game, y'all
    Y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
    'Cause the shit get wild, y'all
    Keep your mind on your riches, baby
    Keep your mind on your riches
    9-1-1 it's an emergency cowards tried to murder me
    From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
    Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
    Nothing more I despise than a liar
    Cowards die
    My mama told me when I was a seed
    Just a vicious motherfucker while these devils left me free
    I proceed to make them shiver, when I deliver
    Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
    Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
    Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, that's what they tell me
    So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
    Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw you get left
    And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
    Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
    I rip the crowd, then I start again
    Eternally I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
    The hearts of men
    My lyrical verse was so much pain, to some niggas it hurts
    My guns bust and, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
    Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll
    In fly mode, I'm a homicidal outlaw
    And 5-0, get your lights on, the fight's on
    Tonight's gonna be a fucking fight, so we might roll
    My own homies say I'm heartless
    But I'm a G to this, until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
    Ride by, niggas bow down
    Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well, nigga's out now
    Throw up your hands if you thugged out
    First nigga act up
    First nigga getting drugged out
    I can be a villian if ya let me
    A motherfucker if you do upset me
    Tell the cops to come and get me
    Rip the crowd like a phone number
    Then start again, don't have no mutherfuckin' friends, nigga
    Look inside the hearts of men
    In the hearts of men
    To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
    Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
    No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand
    Convinced this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
    Give me my money and label me as a don
    If niggas is having problems, smoke 'em, fire and bomb
    I died and came back
    I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
    Thugging is in my spirit
    I'm lost and not knowing
    Scar'd up, but still flowing
    Energized and still going
    Uh, can it be fate
    That makes a sick motherfucker break
    On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
    What will it take?
    Give me that bass line, I'm feeling bomb
    Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
    The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
    Represent, 'cause I've been sent