2 Pac - My Closest Roaddogz lyrics

Album: Until The End Of Time, Disc 2 (2001)

Me & my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Hahaha!

{2Pac}
Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you
F*ck what they talkin bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty - nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy - haired juveniles, livin wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me
How can I be sure I will be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It is gettin deeper now, let me get yo´ mind right
F*ck yo´ enemies, nigga grip yo´ nine tight, tonight is the night
Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it is all political
Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog
Live yo´ life like a hog nigga, me & my closest road dogz

{Chorus: sung}
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a 2nd victim & if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I am goin through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine

{2Pac}
Haha... bring aruntilery & ROLL with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a M. O. B. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on em Makaveli
Boy youse a boss player, that is what all the bitches tell me
Even if I died now
I live my life eternally & never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never ´came a gamer, aint tryin to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo´ life is in danger
Prepare nigga be aware, cause we aint scared
M. O. B. , ´til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin information to the feds
The burnin bed was the tellin sign
Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die
Why the f*ck they f*ck around, we left em in the fog
Bleedin like a stuck hog, me & my closest road dogz

{2Pac}
F*ck they feelings, that is what they get for squealin
That is the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz ´til they purple
Simon Says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherf*ckers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin for fake niggaz, observe & shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz
Me & Musolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live & die as a millionaire, on...
Set to explode, my M. O. , is kill them hoes
My pistol´s like a disease, my enemies & foes
Get murdered & disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, & my closest road dogz

{Chorus - 2X}

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