2pac & Guwop (feat. Morrisa Jeanine) Video (MV)

This that 2Pac and that Guwop
Got a new glock and my arm watch on non stop
I don't stop and I can't sleep
No bo peep
I O.D. and go O.T. for them all greens ain't shit free
It's a dog eat dog eat world baby
Don't lose steam
Flow up stream
I'm first string
No bench time
I put on for my team
That's on G-O-D
No cold feet
They stay hot like fish grease
With a big pot of them grits please
No strip tease I need the whole thang
And I'ma bring it back with the cold game
Iceberg betta know the name
And the birds brains don't understand
But that's alright and it's ok
We work and they gone pay
We working ain't no play
That's Monday back to Sunday
No rest but we do pray
Thank the lord I ain't catch a stray
My mama son ain't goin away but I ain't afraid nah I ain't afraid
Of the other side Im'a ride for mine
Sun up to sun down
Don't wander how I was made for this
It's a wonder how yune see the shit
Life's a bitch and I'm tryna to f*ck
But I'm tired as f*ck
I can't take no mo

Now whatchu know about fighting and trying to get it right
I know it's hard
When you ain't even bout that life
Tick tocking you better watch the time it flies
I can't deny it
So much to do
So little time
Pressures rising
You keep falling
The streets be keep calling
And you stay running like you gotta go
Ohhh but you don't gotta go
You don't gotta go
Gotta go gotta go
You don't gotta go
Don't gotta go
Gotta go gotta go

Tryna get paid in AmeriKKKa
Whole life feel like I been a slave in America
Had a dream one day that I would save all America
But no matter what I do they label me a terrorist
Ain't that some shit
And they base it all my skin tone
Tried to break our back bone but couldn't keep us down long
Stepped out the shadow of the battle of the Babylon
Broke the chains they tried to tell us to go back home
Like what the f*ck
F*ck the world
They don't love us
They just worried bout a budget
Grimy greedy mothaf*ckas
Ain't got nothing for the homeless
And they lying to the public
Shit been over for discussion
Man I say we get a shotty
Roll up on em in the cutlas
Open fire blocka blow
Move the crowd
Not a sound
Man down
Bodies mangled and they laying on the ground
Nat Turner in his prime
Shit been bubbling for a while
Killing niggas for a dime
With they hands up in the sky
It's f*cking crazy

Now whatchu know about fighting and trying to get it right
I know it's hard
When you ain't even bout that life
Tick tocking you better watch the time it flies
I can't deny it
So much to do
So little time
Pressures rising
You keep falling
The streets be keep calling
And you stay running like you gotta go
Ohhh but you don't gotta go
You don't gotta go
Gotta go gotta go
You don't gotta go
Don't gotta go
Gotta go gotta go

Now what would make a man feel like he gotta go and do something illogical
Running through obstacles not even clear to yo optical
But it's not an illusion
I know it's quite confusing
The media portrays my people as murderers and drug abusers
Three time losers
In a system designed for our conclusion
I'ma rebel with a cause
I'm quite appalled by the law
And the pigs that they give power
A badge and a weapon on a coward
That they use to devour the our last bit of hope hard to cope
We get no peace of mind
So I'ma use this piece of mine
To increase the crime
See I've come to realize that we only leasing time
Baby I can promise you one day we all gone die
So do what thou wilt and f*ck what's going on outside
We all sinning tryna live that life
But it ain't just me these politicians is slime
Don't give a f*ck about yo life or mine
I'd have to be a fool to think other wise
It's all about them dollars right
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
We living breathing and sweating in a modern day Armageddon
You'd have to be there to get the picture
So I'ma leave you with these four words
To reflect on and remember for the rest of your adventure
Get paid young nigga
I said get paid young nigga