Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Fire, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Open Fire |
| Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? |
| I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me |
| I’m out the gutter, pick a hero |
| I’m 165 and stayin' high 'til I die, my competition’s zero |
| 'Cause I could give a fuck about you, you better duck |
| Go or I’ll be forced to hit yo' ass up, I give a fuck |
| I’m sick inside my mind, why they sweat me? |
| It’s 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 |
| Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser |
| Word to God I’ve been ready to die since I was born |
| I don’t want no shit but niggas trip and, yo, it’s on |
| Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry |
| Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried |
| It’s a man’s 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 stressin', thinkin' it’s a drug bust |
| Gotta get paid but all the drama that’s attached |
| We livin' a drug life, THUG LIFE, each day could be my last |
| Will I blast when it’s time to shoot? |
| Don’t even ask |
| That’s the consequences when ya livin' fast |
| Six bricks of tricks, for my niggas, I gotta come up |
| And recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures |
| Is it a bust? |
| I hear the sirens, run for cover |
| Over the fence and open fire |
| Alright now, here we go |
| These motherfuckers on my ass I’m in traffic, will it be tragic? |
| I’m comin' round the corner like I’m Magic |
| Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches |
| In a high speed chase with these punk bitches |
| Don’t turn around I ain’t givin' up, cause they don’t worry me |
| Pussy ass bitches better bury me |
| Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I’m on foot |
| We in the hood, how the fuck they gon' catch a crook? |
| haha |
| I got away cause I’m clever |
| Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together |
| I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies |
| At the coppers that pursue me, beotch! |
| I be a hustler 'til it’s over, motherfucker |
| Open fire on you bustas |
| Alright now, here we go |
| Don’t try to follow me, I’m headed outta state |
| I gotta pay my fuckin' bills, so I’m transportin' weight |
| Change my plates, pick up my nigga, and now we rollin' |
| Droppin' keys like they stolen, hehe |
| Tell me who do you fear? |
| I’m outta town until the coast is clear |
| Enough dope to last a year |
| They got me runnin' from the police, nowhere to go |
| With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road |
| But I ain’t goin' alive, I’d rather die than be a convict |
| I’d rather fire on my target |
| I hit the corner doin' ninety, ahhhh shit! |
| Them bitches right behind me |
| They take a shot and hit my fuckin' tires |
| Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! |
| Hahahaha, Thug Life, bitch! |
| goin' out like that |