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lirik lagu tha lunatic – 2pac


“tha lunatic”

ohh sh-t! jumped on my man’s d-ck
heard he had a twelve inch, now the b-tch is lovesick
who’s to blame, the guy or the groupie?
heard i was down with d.u., now she wants to do me
oooh-wee! this is the life
new b-tch every night, never tripped off a wife
it ain’t right, but it’s cool how they come quick
don’t try to flip with the lip cause i run sh-t
hip hip, hooray for the ak
spray when i lay compet-tion, what a great day
make pay, next is the wet s-x
hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
i’m set, wonder what i tote, check
bl–dy as a coat-check, snappin motherf-ckers necks
revenge so sweet when it comes from
n-gg-z get done with the drum, watch my foes run
n-gg- keeps comin when they can’t slip
full of that sh-t, another hit from tha’ lunatic

yeah, f-ck that god! word up
blowin n-gg-z out the motherf-ckin frame yaknahmsayin?
constantly.. f-ck that trick, we ain’t havin it

leave me the f-ck alone, you gets none of this
it’s suicidal, you lose your t-tle like doug-las
cause i’m nothin nice and, i’m icin like tyson
i’m grippin the mic and, my dj is slicin
i’m tired of motherf-ckers steppin to me with the same old
tryin to do me like nintendo
how the f-ck you think i ever got this far?
by bootin motherf-ckers like a shootin star
cause i’m out to show, that i’m a dope mc
think crack had you fiendin, wait’ll they get a load of me
b-tches on my d-ck, like a motherf-ckin ‘conda
n-gg-z wanna flip, let em step, and i’ll bomb em
see somethin you want, why don’t you come and get it
and then get waxed and taxed, like the government
then i leave you sittin there, wonder where your money went
while your b-tch is callin me, tellin me to come again
n-gg- i’m loc’ed, when i smoke, from the indo
but we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
that’s what you provoked, and now you’re smoked out
lookin like a b-tch, cause your whole f-ckin posse, broke out
punk motherf-cker couldn’t roll on
he couldn’t hold on, game is too strong, n-gg-
leave me the f-ck alone, you gets none of this
feel the wrath.. and revenge of tha’ lunatic

yeah tu’, tell them motherf-ckers, word up
we ain’t havin it, none of that sh-t!!
b-tch -ss n-gg-z, n-gg-z can’t f-ck with us tu’, word up
ninety-one, we takin this whole motherf-cker over
n-gg-z got problems in ninety-one
ninety-two, and ninety-three
and all that other sh-t, word up!

recognize game when it smacks your b-tch i’m back to rip
puttin this on the map with this mackin sh-t
time will tell if it’s made well
well i raise h-ll and excel cause it pays well
jordan couldn’t dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
i’m funky, that’s word to the father
act like you know ‘fore i thump, the bolo
thought you was a pimp, now you’re simpin for my solo
oh no, not another new jack, swearin that he’s ruthless
ducked, and now he’s f-cked and left toothless
i can hear the fear in your flow, you ain’t prepared
you’re scared and you’re bound to go
it’s somethin, i guess i let the beat keep b-mpin
stop trippin off these n-gg-z cause they ain’t about nuttin
or should i say naythin
punk put my tape in, f-ck all the fake-in
i’m sick of the bullsh-t
come equipped and get ready to rip
or get the d-ck of tha’ lunatic

ahhhh yeah! f-ck that! (the motherf-ckin lunatic)
youknowhati’msayin? yes tu’!
tell them n-gg-z what time it is knahmsayin?
(punk motherf-ckers, get the d-ck of the lunatic)
n-gg-z can’t f-ck with us, word up
b-tch -ss n-gg-z, f-ck em!

f-ck all them n-gg-z
i’m tellin these n-gg-z that they ain’t got..
naythin on a n-gg- like me
we squashin these punk motherf-ckers in ninety-one
ninety-two ninety-three.. and so on
so let the beat float on
while i spray these punk b-tches
with these dope -ss lyrics
thanks to poppa for supplyin the dank
now it’s money in the bank
and all y’all n-gg-z sh-t stank
compared to this sh-t..

f-ck y’all punk b-tches!
tha’ lunatic [ echoes to fade ]