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When We Ride - 2Pac lyrics

(feat. The Outlaw Immortalz (AKA The Outlawz))

[Slowed down Makaveli]

Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick

Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls

They know

You watchin but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch

Picture if you will seven deadly human beings

blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach

each nigga on every street (Beat kicks in)

May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud

of what transpired since the day the seed was planted

The G grew but we knew he'd rise up quick

Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit

Just me and my dogs livin like hogs

Outlaw Immortalz

What follows is the story, what proceeded was the clue

What lies between is the fiction

Don't fuck around and make it true

[Makaveli (2Pac)]


My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe

Out for revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me

Plus my alias is Makaveli

A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly

Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around

with a sick-ass nigga like me

They call my name out and niggaz run,

Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal]

They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two game table

I'm robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel

Rap-related criminally activated and evil

I wouldn't wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle

Till the end, I'm tellin all friends and enemies

You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these

Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast

Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo


I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols

The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials

Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential

Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I'll be sure to get you

Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro Blast,

and I'ma last yo past all these Glass Joes

and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs

I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate


My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I'd rather be

robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin

But the shit ain't nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin

befo' a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin

I think these niggaz got the game fucked up

If they don't believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)

Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin cases, fuck probation

is what I'm screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

[Chorus: Makaveli]

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy

on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy

on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why - when we ride!


It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini

Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me

Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets

Rag Vette's, shakin bitches and snitches and trippin on sets

Ingle-Watts banger, keepin one in the chamber

For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride

Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin no end to revenge

Fuck any, my alias Mussolini


They call me EDI, from the side of seedy

Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin up on these niggaz easy

It ain't nuttin, cause if they wantin somethin, so I'ma commence

to dumpin stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin, Thuggin

to my fuckin last nut, with Lil Po (Napoleon) and Kastro

Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though

Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow

Ain't no chance to hide when we ride


My alias Kadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy

Six-three and cocky quick to hit your bitch if she drop me

Severely addicted to livin like a fuckin felon

while beefin with rookie cops the cookie rocks a nigga sellin

Since a short I been livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome

Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin

It's like it's me against myself with all these

backstabbin snakes grabbin at my fuckin wealth


Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer

The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers

I'm that nigga with the fifty cap pouch, with the murderous stacks

that increase, while these motherfuckers eat beef

It's been a long road, a lot of episodes

And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes

Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin

Now I'm surpassin any assassin

[Chorus 2X]


Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz baby

Y'all niggaz can't fade this ol crazy shit

Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini

Amin (E.D.I), Naploleon, Komani

What y'all really wanna do?

Haha like them niggaz said

"What would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew"

Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga

Flashin on niggaz

Thug Life right? This year we Thug Life

But we Outlaw Immortalz

We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga

Like I'll make you famous motherfucker

I'm talkin about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit

My niggas make the papers baby

My niggas make the front page

Multiple gunshots [fades]

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