2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

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)
 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
 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
 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
 I've got a pit named Petey, 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
 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
 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
 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
 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