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[Intro] My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (x3) (Westside, westside) Part two of the war [Verse 1: 2Pac] Cross this nigga here, now Biggie tell me who do you fear? Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here My last four flashed then I mashed his ass Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass So many follow but can't reach me, caught in a maze Catch them, mimicking my style trying to walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders No need to beg, motherfucker, ain't no mercy inside us Feeling blessed, the richer I get, the more I stress Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed Me, a mercenary for the streets, check my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit, then get to squealing Bitch made catching feelins [Hook x2] Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clown? My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down Screaming bye bye bitches, untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching feelins [Verse 2: Napolean] Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker dropping my gun Or high as a kite hitting hoes for fun But that ain't me, dog, my mind's now clear And that ain't fair, dog, your heart pump fear In the state I ? you better hide nigga ? is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer, so kill that, you wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble, but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Makaveli, pass it around ? shit, we gonna taste the power We started the thug trend, the game is ours Now we coast together, put our thoughts together Won't question when we die together Cause the hour is soon to come Kadafi trained soldier, I show you how to use your gun Bring it [Hook x2] [Verse 3: ?] We Yelling "M-A-D-E- N-I- Double G-As Motherfuckas, and we here to stay From curb surfing, we working the industry, you kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king, you see We in the big things, eat a dick man, if you're hating We're gonna ride 'til the wheels fall off, pay attention Screaming "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound" Ride or die niggas, and we hunting you down Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap Banging out with the po-po, trying to get to some more Street life, young strugglers racing the clock Ain't no telling when it all can end, roll a rock That's the world with feelings, this a man's world young'un The bitches in business, so learn a little something Hey, stop running your mouth, you're on the verge of squealing Bitch made catching feelins [Hook x2] [Verse 4] Everybody's a gangsta, but don't put in work Instead of putting on the armor, niggas put on skirts These drugs ain't helping, it only making it worse And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs I can't trust the church or the mobs, I can only trust God And to tell you the truth I gotta ride I only roll with the real Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed [Hook x3]