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[Intro: 2Pac]
I have no fear!
I have only ambition
And I want mine (That's right)
And I will do anything (That's right)
To protect and feed my family (That's right)
And these n*gga represent a threat!

[Verse 1: Pac Div]
Pac Div them n*ggas and you know that sh*t
'Bout to get some millions and I blow that sh*t
Imma get me some greens and I grow that sh*t
Put some b*tches on sale then I smoke that sh*t
Appreciate that pus*y now I own that sh*t
If any uh y'all need pus*y I can loan that sh*t
Roast that pus*y, roast that pus*y, roast that sh*t
When a n*gga get finished bring that dope back
Pimp game for your membrane
I been the illest motherf*cker since Rick James
Give it to me!
You should see me when I switch lanes
On the freeway doing 90 leaving sh*t stains

Savages, savages
Shi-shi straight from Mexico
Migrated to Los Angeles
I make her so mad and sh*t
She be talking spanish sh*t
I can't understand and sh*t
But she be lookin' bad and sh*t
What can I do?

[Verse 2: Big Sik]
Word to Big Sik I just wanna be a boss player
Hunnid mouths and runnin'
Charge it to my cross trainers
I'm Hugo Boss
Your new Lacoste is not mangin'
n*ggas fists can't f*ck with what I pull up Ross hangers
Let me floss flagrant then we got a statue up
Show time stables any day might put our statues up
Water flow
Where I'm at the party go
Green giant kush in the shroom to super mario
We get that
Old 6 we innovated
Whole clique of n*ggas kankin'
Oh sh*t, we Minite-Maidin'
Tell them hoes what its goin' fo
Resources in your open tone
f*ck it if it ain't over though
One call and it's Kosovo

[Bridge: Pac Div]
Pac Div easy like the Foreman Grill
Chardonnay and morning pill she say it's for the thrill
Holla out the name, b*tches listen for me
Nasty at the shows, poopies give it to me

Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me (Let's go)
Give it to me (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Pac Div]
Like a homie, blow me
Chillin' with the homies, phony
n*ggas keep it moving
Don't be acting like you know me (know me)
I don't have the patience (nope)
And there's no acquaintance
b*tches hit me up and when they ready for relations
We get drunk
Over, do you copy?
Hate me cause I'm c*cky
Haters wanna chop me
Watch me, close
Sit back and I pose
I'm a pharmacist
Hit me anytime you need a dose (you need a dose)
I'm out here
Bad b*tches do the most
Raised around killers
Burnt like toast
Burnt like rotisserie
Raised up in misery
Pay the world back for the probl'ms it was given me

[Verse 4: Edbone]
Bad b*tch she was poppin' my in Miami
I'm digging in her pockets and her panties
Yeah, get it understood
I'm a star in the hood
f*ck a Oscar and a Grammy
Told that b*tch come see Sik do it
Heartbreak kid, this that sweet chain music
No heart he ain't centerin' the pain
All off in her ear tryin' to send her on a date
Soda from the corner store
Then I go and pour four
They say that I'm that n*gga yeah
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
In the glass on Danes
With a mask and a stache
Tryna pass like pay me

Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me

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