Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Don't Have 2 Worry, artist - 2Pac. Album song Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment
Song language: English
U Don't Have 2 Worry |
Yo c’mon man, what do you mean you don’t wanna ride with me, nigga |
C’mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car, man |
Yo why you trippin' man? |
Get in the fuckin' car, man |
Get in the fuckin' car. |
get in the car |
(Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car |
'Cause you, you think niggas gon' be blastin' at it |
It ain’t even that deep baby) |
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now |
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now |
Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row |
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes |
Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes |
No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown |
My unknown tendencies to mash my comp |
Gettin' wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump |
While niggas run I’m the last one standin', the rest die |
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside |
Though it’s worldwide no one can deny my views |
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew |
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit |
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit |
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters |
Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters |
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash |
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin' past |
Why you change, it’s a cold world taught me life |
Retaliation proves niggas never caught me right |
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck |
Quit bullshit nigga 'cause I’m still fuckin' yo' bitch |
Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? |
Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame |
Y’all remember «Hit 'Em Up,» don’t make us do it once more |
Yo' niggas know, you ain’t fuckin' with them Out-lawz |
We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn |
Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin' |
Don’t nobody give a fuck 'cause you done crossed the game |
Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame |
You made yo' bed nigga lay in it |
You scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it |
It’s not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' |
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo' |
We dirty as the motherfuckin' streetz of Jerz |
We sweep niggas with the words though the heat’s preferred |
Holla |
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now |
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now |
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row |
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes, let the punks know |
'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car wit’cha |
I’d have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God, nigga |
I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I’m gone |
Heavy in the game and we comin' for they fuckin' throne |
The love is gone well it is what it is |
And plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mayne |
You don’t have to worry 'cause I ride for ya |
Like K said over loyal we even tell 'bout a lie for ya |
You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya |
And when it get to poppin' I’ma fuckin' ball for ya |
And everything I do gon' have your names on it |
I’ll never let them forget I put my seeds on it |
You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth |
In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots |
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest |
You studio niggas still remind your vest |
Why the fuck you ain’t done yet, swallow yo' teeth |
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat |
Fuck a Glock nine that shit is weak on the streets |
And if you can’t strategize then you just can’t eat |
If your life in another nigga hand, you dead |
And if it’s beef and your man disappear then don’t sweat it |
Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get credit |
I mean you might face sound scared but your heartbeat said it |
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now |
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now |
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row |
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know |
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty |
But now I’m a rider, connivin' gutsy |
And I don’t trust nobody, so don’t nobody trust me |
And that’s how I’ma go about it 'til somebody bust me |
I play for keeps like the OG’s raised me |
If I sleep I won’t eat, who gonna feed my baby? |
And I think I’m goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thinner |
I’ve been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember |
I got — bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me |
I love the Lord but the church can’t cure me |
I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window |
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow |
And that’s the way it’s gonna be 'til they bury me |
But don’t twist it 'cause none of y’all niggas worry me |
What the fuck you didn’t know? |
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow |
You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt |
My niggas couldn’t fade me with some clippers |
You put it down, look all around, 'til we find you we hound |
Penitentiary bound, to remind you |
Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click |
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle |
On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click Ka-pling, ka-plow I been a thug |
shootin' slugs since a child |
You don’t have to worry you can ride with me now |
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now |
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row |
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know |