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Song name: Big Trouble ( Troublesome 2017 Mix )
Artists: tupac shakur
Made by: Mimo , Mimotupac1992
Beat by: MIXOMIX

The Notorious B.I.G. x 2Pac - Runnin' (Izzamuzzic Remix) - 21Pac.com

⁣
"Vato"
(feat. B-Real)

[Snoop Dogg:]
Man, don't you know that I'm loco?
Mhm, hm

I was chillin' (Chillin') right around my way (Way)
21st, east side of the Beach
This motherfucker ran up on me
Talkin' shit with his homies like he was a straight G
Askin' where I'm from while he runnin' up
Gangbang my set on e'ry one of 'em (20's, nigga, 20's)
Some things, sons, they just won't change
Fools don't respect nuttin' but the gangbang (Bang)
What's seen is what's saw, Dogg is the law
I have you niggas runnin' like a marathon
Lil' G's tryna creep on the East with it
Talkin' 'bout they gon' get my chain and they gon' leave with it (Mm)
But they don't know once they get close
It's tic-tac-toe, three motherfuckers laid on the floor (Watch out)
Yeah, this happened yesterday
On the West they spray, I heard a ese say, he said

[B-Real & Snoop Dogg:]
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (And what they do?)
They twist their fingers, say, "You know who we are"
He said, "I don't give a fuck, I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg" (Uh-huh)
They keep talkin' and it went too far
So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged

[Snoop Dogg:]
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run

I didn't mean to hit what I hit
Now there's three motherfuckers dead and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas'll scream for plea
But for a G like me, it's just a case, really, you could see
I crack the MAC back and pop off rollin'
And smack ya neck back, ya drop off, fallin'
I haven't seen my mama in a week
And she ain't even ran her mouth about me
Fuck that, I ain't give a fuck about the law
Niggas say they wanna brawl, you would think that they were broads
Believin' all the things that you never saw
In it, y'all, been a Dogg, smoke you like a Menthol
You think you know? But this can't go
You think you'll blow on my dope? What the fuck? No
See these niggas proceed with speed
So feel the need to bleed, all you hear my enemies goin'

[B-Real & (Snoop Dogg):]
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (And what they do?)
They twist their fingers, say, "You know who we are"
He said, "I don't give a fuck, I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg" (Uh-huh)
They keep talkin' and it went too far
So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged

[Snoop Dogg:]
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run

I wouldn't be the nigga that I am
If I didn't pop niggas in they mouth, goddamn
And Snoop'll keep one foot on the streets
And leave 'em covered in sheets, run with them niggas with the heat (Heat)
You never seen a thug like this
You never seen a dub like me
And I ain't weak for wanting peace
In fact, I could be "Beast of the East", motherfucker
I never hesitate to blaze (Blaze)
A nigga really tryna change his ways
We gotta move my team, 'cause my peoples
Is screamin' that we need more for fun or it's illegal
Ba-ba-bang on a song, make it feel like a drive-by (Drive-by)
It's a shame, but somebody gotta die (Die)
They see it happen state-to-state
But when I'm mobbin' L.A., all I hear the eses say, they go

[B-Real & (Snoop Dogg):]
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (And what they do?)
They twist their fingers, say, "You know who we are"
He said, "I don't give a fuck, I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg" (Uh-huh)
They keep talkin' and it went too far
So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged

[Snoop Dogg:]
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run nigga, run nigga
(Blaow) Duck nigga, duck nigga
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run
(Blaow) Run, motherfucker, run

Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots
Skateboard P, they say him bust gunshots
DPG, them bust gunshots
BBC, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now
Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots
Skateboard P, you know him bust gunshots, come again, now
BBC, them bust gunshots
DPGC, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now
I'm tired of hearin' all that bullshit
When you gon' play some of that good shit? Damn
I mean, give me some like a—

⁣"P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P.

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
Unit (What?)
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG

F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
(We love you Snoop Dogg)
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
[Lloyd Banks]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP

[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT

[Hook 2: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, there's no b'ness like ho b'ness
You know, they say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

⁣Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip motherfucker! Yeah!
This album is dedicated... to all the teachers that told me, I'd never amount to nothin'! (yeah, yeah!)
To all the people...
That lived above thebuildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was
Just tryna make some money to feed my daughters! (soooooo good, yeah!)
And all the niggaz in the struggle!
YouknowwhatI'msayin'? (yeaaah!)
Ha! (come on nigga!)
It's all good baby baybee!
Uh!
It was all a dream! - I used to read "Word Up" magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine. (yeeah, yeeah!)
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic Marley Marl! (uh!)
I let my tape rock 'till my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock!
Way back - when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match!
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far!
Now I'm in the limelight
Cause I rhyme tight (yeeah!)
Time to get paid,
Blow up like the "World Trade"!
Born sinner!
The opposite of a winner remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner! (yeeeah!)
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky! (so good!)
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood. (that's right!) - It's all good! (it's all good!)
Uh! (yeah!) - And if you don't know (uh-huh!)
Now you know, nigga. Uh! (it's all good!)
You know very well (yeah, uh-huh!) - who you are (uh, it's all good!)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars! (it's all good!)
You had a go (it's all good, nigga!) - but not that manyyyy (yeah!)
'Cause you're the only one (yeah!) - I'll give you good and plenty. (iiiit's all good!)
I made the change from a common thief (uh!)
To up close and personal (yeah!) with Robin Leach. (c'mon!)
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love (yeah!) it's the Brooklyn way (spread love!)
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy! - Girls used to diss me! (yeah!)
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me! (that's right!)
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (it's all good!)
I was too used to packin' Gats and stuff! (uhh!)
Now honies play me close like butter played toast (yeah, uh-huh!)
From the Mississippi down to the EastCoast!
Condos in Queens - indo for weeks (uh-huh!)
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak! (come on!)
Livin' life without fear (uh!)
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears!
Lunches! - Brunches - interviews by the pool (uh, yeah!)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school!
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood,
And it's still all good! (that's wight!)
Uh! (and it's all good!) And if you don't know,
Now you know, nigga. Uh! (yeah!)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this. (uhhh!)
50" inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur. (all goood!)
Phone bill about two G's flat (so good!)
No need to worry, my accountant handles that. (hahaa!)
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'! (that's right!)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back.
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in 'The Source'! (yeah, yeah!)
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat! - Wonder why Christmas missed us!
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay! (come on, nigga! come on!)
Uh! - Damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive. (that's right!) - And it's all... (it's aaaall good, nigga!)
(It's all good.)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga. Uh!
Representin' B-Town in the house!
Junior M.A.F.I.A.!
Mad Flavor!
Uh!
Uh!
Yeah!
Aight!
Biggie Smalls!
It's all good, nigga!
Junior M.A.F.I.A.!
It's all good, nigga!
Bad Boy!
It's all good, nigga!
It's aaaall good!
That's right!
And on and on!
It's all good!

⁣Lyrics to Psychos :
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.)

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis
After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
but Smalls don't get down like that

Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
And I, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die

refrain:

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried,
say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me
please give me shelter calm my fears,
lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears,
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid,
2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic,
bury tha bastard, time to notify,
his family...shiet..
ain't nothin left to be identify,
evacuate the crime scene fast, why?
i heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly
i won't touch down till i see tijauna,
setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana,
label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit,
but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star

refrain:

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

Just holla my name
And witness game official
Niggas is so shame
They stare stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox
Gone my block
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop
I hit the weed
And hope to god I can fly high
Witness my enemies
Die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
Send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons,
Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come,
bust ma gun make em all scatta,
bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta,
eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that,

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway

OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

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