2 Pac Lyrics

Tupac and Lil' Mo
How gangsta is that ?

One, two
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Heh heh

No need to cry now, go wipe your tears be a woman
Why you acting surprised you saw the bulls**t comin'
Fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too
So while you, bound to f**k with fake guys too
Ain't nothing hard about it why you looking sad should have thought about it
Say you learn, I truly doubt it
I guess you got a problem with affection kind of loose with the love
Getting freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club
Ask to buy you a drink, you holler Don Perrion knowing I'm a cash getter
Still I, remain calm
Let you chill with me, plus you was smiling till the bill missing
That's what you get for trying to dick me
Miss me with that buy me this, buy me that, syndrome s**t
b***h get a job if you wanna be rich
Gettin mad cause I curse, then I scream I hate chu
Introduce you to a niggaz nature
Feel me


Kiss the girls, made them cry, thug am I, and gettin high
I'm a gangsta, all the time, that's a thugz nature
That's a niggaz nature
Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it
It's a love and hate relationship, but that's a thugs nature

I probably be nice at first, I let you kiss me when it hurts
Me and you getting busy slang the dick in the dirt
Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
See us toungue kissing, you was truely with it
Little Hennessey, ecstasy mixed with me
Picture me pay for pussy, when the dicks for free
Hey now, where my niggaz at, tell these hoes
Before I pay, I'd jerk off, word to Moses
Visions of you sitting there sweaty and wet
Putting, pointing to the places that you want me to hit
Give me room, all up in the womb, call the cops
Nigga, hitting walls, till them bastards drops
Label me Makaveli, thug nigga with pipes
Living life like a rock star, Friday night
Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager
Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now


Started as a seed from the semen
Str8 out of poppas nuts
Lustin' for creamin'
b***hes with big butts
Curves make a nigga quiet, tipsy s**t
When I'm locked down, begging you for porno flicks
Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time, with my name tattooed so that ass is mine
Tell everybody Pac put it down for good, a local legend through the whole hood
Follow me
I got a gun on me, ? for none, on the run baby
You know a nigga need some, it's for some crazy
Why cry?
When I'll be thugging till I die
Picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed I fly
Got me missing dead homies with them forties that died
Hit the weed and hope it get me high
Dear God
Please understand my ways, living major
Blessed with a thugs heart
And a real live nigga nature

[Chorus] 4X

It ain't my fault
Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh
Don't blame me, blame my mama, for making nature


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