2pac — Catchin Feelings

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[Intro]
My home boys might squabble but we don’t fall down (x3)
(Westside, westside)
Part two of the war

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Cross this nigga here, now Biggie tell me who do you fear?
Ain’t a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can’t reach me, caught in a maze
Catch them, mimicking my style trying to walk this way
Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders
No need to beg, motherfucker, ain’t no mercy inside us
Feeling blessed, the richer I get, the more I stress
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death
Dear God I been feeling like I’m close to Jesus
Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees
Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me
Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed
Me, a mercenary for the streets, check my pedigree
Busting motherfuckers it’s the thug in me
Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit, then get to squealing
Bitch made catching feelins

[Hook x2]
Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?
My homeboys might squabble but we don’t fall down
Screaming bye bye bitches, untouchable sound
Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town
Catching feelins

[Verse 2: Napolean]
Picture me sipping on 1-5-1
Drunk then a motherfucker dropping my gun
Or high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
But that ain’t me, dog, my mind’s now clear
And that ain’t fair, dog, your heart pump fear
In the state I ? you better hide nigga ? is near
And you know just as well I do
You ain’t no killer, so kill that, you wouldn’t kill if you had to
We might wobble, but we don’t fall down
We take the gospel from Makaveli, pass it around
? shit, we gonna taste the power
We started the thug trend, the game is ours
Now we coast together, put our thoughts together
Won’t question when we die together
Cause the hour is soon to come
Kadafi trained soldier, I show you how to use your gun
Bring it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: ?]
We Yelling «M-A-D-E- N-I- Double G-As
Motherfuckas, and we here to stay
From curb surfing, we working the industry, you kidding me
It’s really nothing to me and my king, you see
We in the big things, eat a dick man, if you’re hating
We’re gonna ride ’til the wheels fall off, pay attention
Screaming «Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound»
Ride or die niggas, and we hunting you down
Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
Banging out with the po-po, trying to get to some more
Street life, young strugglers racing the clock
Ain’t no telling when it all can end, roll a rock
That’s the world with feelings, this a man’s world young’un
The bitches in business, so learn a little something
Hey, stop running your mouth, you’re on the verge of squealing
Bitch made catching feelins

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4]
Everybody’s a gangsta, but don’t put in work
Instead of putting on the armor, niggas put on skirts
These drugs ain’t helping, it only making it worse
And the streets ain’t got nothing for me but herbs
I can’t trust the church or the mobs, I can only trust God
And to tell you the truth I gotta ride
I only roll with the real
Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

[Hook x3]