Tupac Joint

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossinI rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets I keep my ears to the streets And I ain't scared of police Lord knows that I got various beefs So could you pray for the week You know the rules play on the sheet So we hustle everyday of the week That's why we fuck up all the paper we see We hit the clubs, fuckin ladies for free Getting drunk, off and hazin' the V And every couple days we get sweeped Around the clock we bumpin' and clickinYou gotta watch cause when they come they be blitzin [Chorus: Jim Jones] Now this is for my homies and my thugs One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!) You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!) I'm a ghetto nigga for life The streets is in my blood (DIPSET!)