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2pac – me in your world (live 1996) lyrics

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[spoken word intro: kurupt & (snoop dogg)]
so this that new sh-t from the west coast after shop
coming from me & daz, ya know what i mean?
(yeah, that sh-t is gangsta, ooh, that sh-t is gangsta)
tell ’em what you want ’em to do
my man, tell ’em what you want ’em to do
ladies, whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo

[verse 1: daz]
if i did it then i done it, then a battle just started
and i’m gunnin’ for n-ggas who ain’t down who i ride for
dat n-gga daz, kurupt, dogg pound, death row
here we go, blood or crip, it don’t matter
i blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals
without a doubt, k!ll ’em and turn ’em out (what)
notice the way that i shake, rattle and roll
and like your mamma cryin’, enthusiastic as two nines
kaboom, we mash to the extreme as a team
scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine (know what i mean?)
i hung a string of mc’s who thought foolishness
schoolin’ this whole rap game, we rulin’ this
we doin’ this, pursuin’ this major
stackin’ major paper, with my dogg street behavior
i caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of sk!lls
like tyson, knockin’ your -ss out like bruno
you know i bring death towards your whole f-ckin’ camp
get in your skin, k!ll anything that lives
i never ever thought dr. dre could come rough
call your bluff, comin’ with sk!lls to smash your stuff
you know it’s hardcore, you know it’s raw
you know it’s hardcore, i’ll break your jaw
too many times with rhymes i combine
and blow minds with the ways i design too many f-ckin’ times

[verse 2: kurupt]
hey daz, the author of authentics (that’s me)
when i was young i played games with skirt
hide and go get it ’til i was laced in a clinic (oh sh-t)
learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my d-ck
(slow down)
i know you’re trippin’ off me and what play i threw
but i ain’t trippin’ off you and what you say i do
it’s time for war, man, they all runnin’ again
empty clip, reload, start gunnin’ again
i remember, “kurupt, you’ll never get that far”
no matter who you are, i found you can shine like stars
i used patience and the planet of my sight
to the corner of deuce-five where it’s lot like life
i’m put in a position where i thinks
and i’m ’bout to beat mc’s purple, blue and pink
take what’s yours (yours)
break down your doors (doors)
hardcore radical, rough and raw
when you come talkin’ what you talk
it’s me, i’m ’bout stalk and i rock it from l.a. to new york
on to the city of phil’ where all my n-ggas at keepin’ it real
all we in sharin’ here to the south to the east to the north
kurupt, grabbin’ it about to rip it off
i rocks the west, so tell me who rocks the best
i rocks the spot without glocks and homicidal shots
i leave the scene like a quake ’cause i leave ’em shakin’
they all shake tryin’ to take the money that i make
you’ll never get past three rounds
three rhymes, three mc’s in three towns
i came to put it down (f-ck that)
and lay all three of these motherf-ckers down on the ground now

[chorus]
(you know, it’s me in your world, daz)
it’s about the b-tches
(nah, it’s about the cash)
move quick
(move fast)
the real again
(leave a motherf-cker stranded like gilligan)
k!ll and i k!ll again
i got money on my mind
i’m posted at the palms
sittin’ in my room with a pad
(writin’ rhymes, dimes on the nickels)
nickels on the dimes
to quarters, thousands
to million dollar bonds

(you know, it’s me in your world, daz)
it’s about the b-tches
(nah, it’s about the cash)
move quick
(move fast)
the real again
(leave a motherf-cker stranded like gilligan)
k!ll and i k!ll again
i got money on my mind