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"Let’s Fight (Jawz Tight)"

[Capital L.S talking]
Turn up that motherf*cking base

[2Pac talking]
Yo One Nation n*gga
Thought you heard n*gga
One Nation

[Capital L.S talking]
f*cking bullsh*t n*gga
We got to get this motherf*cking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad n*ggas want to talk about that East - West bullsh*t
But you know it's all bullsh*t

[2Pac talking]
Smith and Wesson in this motherf*cker, right now
Greg Nice in this motherf*cker, right now
L.S. In this motherf*cking, right now
Baby Jesus And The All Star's, right now
2Pac and The Outlawz
Got The Luniz in this b*tch

[Capital L.S talking]
We got to put a lock on n*ggas jaws, so we gonna do it like this, check it out

[Verse 1: Capital L.S]
Like lamp shades
Now they rant and rave
I'm raw
Plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant. Isle and back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with beam's
I'm tight fear
I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam crazy buzz
I slit wit' wigs, plus some bid for your baby love
I'll play the role till I'm grey and old
With your pop's on the bed roll
No doubt
I'm caught out with your daughter
South of the border
Colt made them Outlawz

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Check it out
Is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinning, I'm hell bound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sitting in a cemetery cryin'
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Balling as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty, everybody's snitching
Please god can you understand me
Bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat bumping raw life
Drop some sh*t to these stupid b*tches jaws tight

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Go, n*ggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some n*ggas in my click
That make them motherf*ckers jaws tight
Go, n*ggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some n*ggas in my click
That make them motherf*ckers jaws tight

[Verse 3 : Tek]
Chi-Chi bong water bong
'Nough weed for everyone
Enter the class now we kill you with sound
See bad boy with gun, who buss jus' fi' fun
Or black youth them move about a three ton
Soldier from jungle never take back free shot's
But that ended up at when man [?] fly

[Verse 4: Buckshot]
The impulse makes your body pulse beat off a beat per minute (Ohhhh)
As I get up in it
Construction no limit
Pin it like a cat in a dog fight
We gone get it on tonight
For all y'all who put up the wall to stall
But didn't realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the sh*t, block parties was a thing of the past (Thing of the past)
Motherf*cking club hopping was suppose to last (Suppose to last)
But all I see
Is n*ggas by the mass (By the mass)
f*ck even b*tches came to kick some ass (Kick some ass)
But don't keep the club close that ain't my fault (What?)
Take them back to a grain of salt (To a grain of salt)
Take the indigence ever since BDI went solo (Oh)
I hold my cash [?] for a dollar

[Chorus 2Pac]
Let's, go, n*ggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some n*ggas in my click
That make them motherf*ckers jaws tight
Go, n*ggas want to get it on let's fight
I got some n*ggas in my click
That make them motherf*ckers jaws tight

[Verse 5 : Steele]
Up to bring them dukes up
f*ck n*ggas up 'till they puke up
Shoot up the party if they don't let me in
Get my whole click to let me in

[Verse 6: EDI]
I told 'em
I told 'em
I told 'em
Shut the f*ck up
Your voice is hurting working my last nerve
Yo that's my word I'm about to take off
Break off a chunk of this trick ass chump
Who's knowing deep in his heart
He ain't wanting to see no funk
When he drunk
Yeah that n*gga done go to him
Ran through him got him thinking he can ruin
Now he thinking I'm pursuing
Who's in, the motherf*cking house
'97 we put some paw's on these motherf*ckers jaws

[Verse 7: Numskull]
I see the same old sh*t blame it on the jabber jaw's who blabber all n*gga's business
Shut your mouth before I sh*t in it
I got the strength to make their jaw's tight don't forget ho's I got the game to make their draw's right
Don't go Hollywood
That's what they tell me
They bought my f*cking tape but I can see that they ain't felt me
Heard what I said they started churpin' like birdies
Drunk off rum bumpin' gum's like girlies
Puttin' they lip's all on my Henn' bottle
n*gga slow down put on the brakes on all that chin gobble
Squabble squabble n*gga this is Oakland Beirut
Stop opening up your jaw's thinking that this whole sh*t it's cute

[Verse 8: Napoleon]
But it's this I'm hearing
That young Napoleon is disappearin'
But I cancel that sh*t for I reverse on this clip
And leave you f*cked left right something evil
All my life I've been trapped down by my own people

[Verse 9: Kadafi]
I'm on some sh*t to make your tummy's turn
Full clip's ready to pull quick
f*ck all that bullsh*t I ain't concerned
It's evident
I need dead president's the city slicker
Jersey jigger
Feel my residence from we turn

[Verse 10: Napoleon]
Talk about times is hard
Come take a trip down my boulevard
At your own risk
Got n*ggas that's homeless
But'll leave you scared

[Verse 11: Kadafi]
Trapped in these bar's of crime
Droppin' picture my nine hittin' cowards up from there feet to there spine
In this game all rules apply
With no exception's all n*ggas die living high
With no easy exits

[Verse 12: Napoleon]
Leave your body over chocking when this gat get to smoking
All you pussies from here to Hoboken
Leave n*ggas jaws tight

[Chorus till fade]

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