Lyrics: Open Fire
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me?) (explicit)
Artist: 2Pac
 

Tell me, how many real muthafuckas feel me
I smoke a blunt and freak the funk
Till these jealous mutha-fuckas kill me.
From out the gutter, thank i’m here though
I’m one-sixty-five
Stayin high till i die
My competition is evil
Cause i could give a fuck about you.
You better duck.
Or i’ll be forced to hit your ass up,
I gives a fuck.
I’m sick inside my mind, why they sweat me?
Its gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops
To come and get me
Niggas know i ain’t the one to sleep on
I’m under pressure
I got to sleep by my piece, extra clips beside my dresser
Word to god i’ve been ready to die
Since i was born
I don’t want no shit
But niggas tripping, yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest, aim for ya chest, then your burried
Its a mans world, niggas get played
Another stray, hope i live to see another day, hey
I’m gettin sweated by these undercovers
Who can i trust, got my mama stressing
Thinkin its a drug bust
Gotta get paid, but all the dramas thats attached
We’re livin the drug life, thug life, each day could be my last
Will i blast when its time to shoot’em
Don’t even ask, thats the consquences when your living fast
6 bricks of tricks for my niggas
I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the dope,
Bring me 6 figures
Is it a bust, i hear the sirens,
Run for cover
Over the fence and open fire.

These muthafuckas on my ass, i’m in traffic
Will it be tragic, im coming round the corner like i’m magic
Doing ninety on the freeway
And hitting swithces,
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don’t turn around, i ain’t giving up
Cause they don’t worry me.
Pussy ass bitches better bury me
Running out of gas time to park it
I’m on foot, we in the hood,
How the fuck they gonna catch a crook?
I got away cause i’m clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor
Now you know playas stick together
I watch the scene from the roof top
Spittin oogies at the cops that persue me
Beyatch, i’ll be a hustla till its over, mutha-fucka
Open fire on you bustas.

Don’t try to follow me
I’m headed out of state.
I gotta pay my fuckin bills,
So i’m transporting weight
Change my plates, pick up my nigga
And now we rollin, dropping keys like they stolen
Tell me who do you fear ?
I’m outta town till they coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year.
They got me runnin from the police
No where to go, with the lights out, rolling down a dirt road
But i ain’t going alive,i rather die than be a convict
I rather fire on my target.
I hit the corner doing 90,
Ahh shit, them bitches right behind me
They take a shot and hit my fuckin tire.
Now
I jump out the car and open fire.

Ha ha, suckas
Thug life bitch