Open Fire Lyrics by 2Pac

Open Fire Lyrics

    Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
    I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
    Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
    From out the gutter, thank i'm here though
    I'm one-sixty-five
    Stayin high till i die
    My competition is evil
    Cause i could give a fuck about you.
    You better duck.
    Or i'll be forced to hit your ass up,
    I gives a fuck.
    I'm sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
    Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
    To come and get me
    Niggas know i ain't the one to sleep on
    I'm under pressure
    I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
    Word to god i've been ready to die
    Since i was born
    I don't want no shit
    But niggas tripping, yo it's on
    Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
    Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
    Its a mans world, niggas get played
    Another stray, hope i live to see another day, hey
    I'm gettin sweated by these undercovers
    Who can i trust, got my mama stressing
    Thinkin its a drug bust
    Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
    We're livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
    Will i blast when its time to shoot'em
    Don't even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast
    6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
    I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
    Bring me 6 figures
    Is it a bust, i hear the sirens,
    Run for cover
    Over the fence and open fire.

    These muthafuckas on my ass, i'm in traffic
    Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like i'm magic
    Doing ninety on the freeway
    And hitting swithces,
    In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
    Don't turn around, i ain't giving up
    Cause they don't worry me.
    Pussy ass bitches better bury me
    Running out of gas time to park it
    I'm on foot, we in the hood,
    How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?
    I got away cause i'm clever
    Went to my neighbors for a favor
    Now you know playas stick together
    I watch the scene from the roof top
    Spittin oogies at the cops that persue me
    Beyatch, i'll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka
    Open fire on you bustas.


    Don't try to follow me
    I'm headed out of state.
    I gotta pay my fuckin bills,
    So i'm transporting weight
    Change my plates, pick up my nigga
    And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
    Tell me who do you fear ?
    I'm outta town till they coast is clear
    Enough dope to last a year.
    They got me runnin from the police
    No where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt road
    But i ain't going alive,i rather die than be a convict
    I rather fire on my target.
    I hit the corner doing 90,
    Ahh shit, them bitches right behind me
    They take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
    Now
    I jump out the car and open fire.


    Ha ha, suckas
    Thug life bitch

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