I keep my hand on my gun Cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the code room Waitin' on the outcome Free 2Pac is on a nigga's mind But at the same time it seems they tryna take mine So I'ma get smart and get defensive and * And put together a million marks for some gangsta Now they got us laced to multi-millionaires Let's catch a case Let's get ready for the throwdown, this *'s about to go down Me and Snoop about to clap, I'm losing my religion I'm vicious on the stool pigeon You might be deep in the game, but you got the rules missing We actin' like they savage, I'm out to get the cabbage I got Nothing but love for my niggas living savage I got a pigeon named Petey, she nigga Rita I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And I think I got a black Beemo But my dream is to own a fine casino Like Bugsy Siegel and do it all legal And get scooped up by my young homie in the Regal It feels good to your baby bubba They see just as * the G's and the keys, motha * Now follow as we ride The rest two are the best on the west side Y'all can make it famous, this has been done for years So how can they blame us, I live in fear of a felony I never stop bellin' you West Coast G's If you got a better floatin' Another warnin' Two of America's most wanted Come on, come on Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party Say, ain't nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party Give me 50 feet, defeat is not my destiny Relief me to the streets, and keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is envious, sufferin' is greed Better be prepared when you cowards * with me I bust a fleet, these niggas must be crazy Ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, we can face this Thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear Plow down in the presence of a full fleet It's like, huh, look, gang bangin' Everybody in the party doin' dope slackin' You got to have faith, *, in this world You might get your purse snatched before your eyes burn You're doin' your job every day And then you work so hard that your hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, about the way it is They say we live by the strap, we die by the strap You told me not to roll with my bitch So now I gotta throw away Floatin' in my black Benz, tryna do a show with that crew Ain't wonder how I live, with my shots It's hard to kill, on my block Gangsta talkin', secret don't relate it Affiliated with the hustlers, that's how we made it Niggas, no answer to questions, I'm tryna get up on it My nigga talkin' me, I'm tryna do my part Now do the gangsta, cuttin' this motherfucker Hell yeah Now do the gangsta, cuttin' this motherfucker Hell yeah Do the gangsta, cuttin' this motherfucker Hell yeah Or do the ladies, cuttin' this motherfucker Hell yeah 25, 18, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 That's all that is for us One love, West Coast, one love Stay up, y'all Stay up, is it?