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lirik lagu 2pac – first to blast – dj chop up

[intro: 2pac]
you n-gg-s still f-cking talking?
you n-gg-s still f-cking breathing?
f-cking roaches
alright
it’s the raid, for the roaches

[hook x2: tha realest]
we!
blast first when we ride
please!
reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to fight tonight
but it’s my life or yo’ life
and we gon’ blast first

[verse 1: 2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me
i think n-gg-s is tryin’ to k!ll 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, n-gg-s is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified b-tches
i’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
listen to chop, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm and f-ck the world ’til i’m gone
b-tches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
i’m bustin’ on obama, he rubbin’ my n-gg-s wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave, picture me
i’m spittin’ at punk b-tches and hustlin’ to be free
watch me set it, n-gg-s don’t want it, you can get it
bet it make these jealous n-gg-s mad i said it
this thug life n-gg-!

[hook x2: tha realest]
we!
blast first when we ride
please!
reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to fight tonight
but it’s my life or yo’ life
and we gon’ blast first

[verse 2: young n-ble]
we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
pointing fingers at them n-gg-s, that kept sh-t hot
next to ‘pac, i’m the hottest thing out, homey we can bang out
outlaw air it out, box ’em in, square it out
learn about your whereabouts and we right there
me and game have you left right there
n-o-b-l-e, o-u-t-l-a-w-z
we bubble with ease, and i double my cheese
i got n-gg-s out in compton that’ll find yo’ -ss
i got n-gg-s out in jersey, better hide yo’ -ss
for a long time if you ever f-ckin’ with mine
it’s a thin line dog between the real and the fraud
we k!lling your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
you the type of motherf-cker standing next to the god
the game is deep, you motherf-ckers ain’t the streets
young n-ble and the homey game flaming heat, come on

[hook x2: tha realest]
we!
blast first when we ride
please!
reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to fight tonight
but it’s my life or yo’ life
and we gon’ blast first

[verse 4: the game]
yeah
all i need is the chronic to keep me fit
a bad b-tch, a project apartment and 2 pits
red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit
thank god for what i get but never really needed sh-t
i’m a hustler n-gg-, that’s how i got this red bentley
slay the compet-tion and told them that pac sent me
walk in the smoke like “what up, loc”
’cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
we gonna twist up 8 for nate, blow the smoke through the clouds
and hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
now, how many n-gg-s wanna throw up a dub
and be surrounded by the baddest b-tches up in the club, yeah
it’s the mad blood, sixes on the ave ’cause
phantom got your girl p-ssy wetter than my bath tub
f-ck her all night, wake her up at 6
lil’ mama grab your sh-t, get ghost, yeah..

[hook x2: tha realest]
we!
blast first when we ride
please!
reconsider ‘fore you die
we ain’t even come to fight tonight
but it’s my life or yo’ life
and we gon’ blast first

- dj chop up

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