2 Pac & Biggie - Never Dead [Lyrics] 2016

2 Pac & Biggie - Never Dead [Lyrics] 2016 Biggie - machine gun funk / party and bullshit Pac - I'm gettin money / hold on be strong Credit to @Promonkey82 for making this mix https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC13P84I7opA5Br-r84ct4Cg LYRICS: All i want is bitches big-booty bitches. Used to sell crack, so i could stack my riches Now i pack gats to stop all the snitches. From staying in my bussiness, what is this, relentless. Approach to know if I'm broke or not Just cause I joke and smoke a lot. Don't mean I don't tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen. Until we montherfucking meet again. I'm doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now. Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now. Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats. In the Land Cruiser Jeep with MAC-10 by the seats. For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the blue suits I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks. I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick. They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm lossing my mind. Look down the barrel of My 9, and my vision's blurry Never will i die, I'll be back. Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack. With the pistol to my head Damned if i don't, and damned if a nigga do. Now watch a young motherfucking pull the trigger to, raise up! And don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes. Young nigga, time to do or die. I got a pistol in my pocket, ready. On my block Ain't No time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucka peep pain At point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed You Shaking the dice, now roll em If you can't stand pain, better hold em. cause ain't no telling what you might roll You might fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold. You better live your life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol Motherfucka' better pull it And even if they kill me they can never take the life from a young G. They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm lossing my mind. Look down the barrel of My 9, and my vision's blurry Never will i die, I'll be back. Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack. With the pistol to my head They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm lossing my mind. Look down the barrel of My 9, and my vision's blurry Never will i die, I'll be back. Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack. With the pistol to my head Bitches in the back looking righteous In a tight dress, i think i might just Hit her with a little Biggie 101 How to tote a gun. And have fun with Jamican rum. Conversation, blunts in rotation My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and, we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking If money smell bad, then this nigga Biggie stinking. Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" I'm hittin' skins again Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out I live thug life and let the money come yo me. Cause they can never take the game from a Young G They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm lossing my mind. Look down the barrel of My 9, and my vision's blurry Never will i die, I'll be back. Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack. With the pistol to my head They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm lossing my mind. Look down the barrel of My 9, and my vision's blurry Never will i die, I'll be back. Reincarnated as a motherfucking mack. With the pistol to my head Still on parpole, and I'm the First nigga serving. Pour some liquor on the Curb for my homies That deserve it. But if I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin Kinda boomin round the way and today I'll make a killing. Dressing down like I'm dirty, But only on the block It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the cops I'm getting high, I think I'll die if i don't get no ends. I'm in the bucket, but I'm Riding it like it's a Benz. I hit the strip, let my Music bump. Drinking liquor and I'm Looking for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal as I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests. 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin helicopter That's why i pack a Nina, fuck a misdeameanor. Bestig montherfuckers like ike beat Tina. They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here Never did like the police, let the whole world know Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down And facin me now, what do I do? These thangs that a Thug goes through And still I rise