2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted

[Intro: 2Pac](Snoop) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ahh shit, you done fucked up now You done put two of America's most wanted in the same Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time Y'all niggas about to feel this Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms Have one on us aight (A Toast to the gangsters) [Verse 1] [2Pac] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homie You'se a cold-ass nigga on them hogs [Snoop] Sho' 'nuff I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine So I'mma get smart and get defensive and shit And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit [2Pac] So now they got us laced Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin' cases Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down Me and Snoop about to clown I'm losin' my religion I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I've got nothin' but love for my niggas living lavish [Snoop] I've got a pit named P, she Nigerina I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And ... I think I've got a black Bimmer But my dream's to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal It feels good to you baby-bubba You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker [2Pac] Now follow as we ride Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the westside And I can make you famous Niggas been dyin' for years so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin' these Motherfuckin' G's If you got it better flaunt it Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted [Hook several times w/ minor variations] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party [Verse 2] [2Pac] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me, I bust and flee "These niggas must be crazy, what?" There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs You thought it was but it wasn't, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player [Snoop] It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin' Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin' You gotta have papers in this world You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl You doin' your job every day And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray Let me tell you about life and about the way it is You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids [2Pac] They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I gotta throw away Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day They wonder how I live with five shots Niggas is hard to kill on my block Schemes for currency and dough-related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm trying to get up on it My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted [Hook]