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2pac - what would u do (live 1996) lyrics

[intro]
let’s start it up then
snoop dogg! snoop dogg! snoop dogg! snoop dogg! snoop dogg!
hold it right there
let’s hear it and bring him on with a tremendous round of applause
my grandchild, the one and only, snoop doggy dogg!
everybody!

[snoop dogg]
and the dogg playin’
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
baby
yo, gangsta
baby
dp
dp
dpg
everybody sing it!
dp
dp
dpg
d-mn!
dp (what?)
dp (who?)
dpg
where we coming from?
dp (who?)
dp (what?)
dpg
uh!

[verse 1: kurupt (dat n-gga daz)]
(have you ever heard of a slaughter?) i oughta start dippin’
sippin’ on that s-t gets me to trippin’
i don’t slips, i bangs
with that mad–ss dogg pound gang it’s a dpg thang
kurupt from the s.c
you wanna test me, let’s see if you’ll survive .45 times
like a hollow-point headed for your dome
take a couple of steps, turn around, and it’s on
couldn’t withstand the murderous mental
i subdue, and then take two to your temple
when i come to the rhymes that i’m speakin’
n-ggas collapsing when the straps is spittin’
look, this is how it’s done, n-gga
one two three, i grab my strap, you best run, n-gga
i gives a f-ck, kurupt’s the kingpin of the cl!ck
littlest g, with the biggest d-ck, what

[verse 2: dat n-gga daz]
somebody better recognize
with a twist of my wrist like o.j. you all die
i snack on motherf-ckers like a bone
known to be the sh-t upon the microphone
ever since i was born, not to ever love a b-tch
learned game after game, that’s why we are the best
motherf-ckers be gankin’ styles minute after minute
but soon as you did it
this n-ggas sh-tted

[chorus: daz, snoop dogg, and jewell]
now what would you do
if you could f-ck with me or my crew?
but you can’t, so don’t even think about
steppin’ in the motherf-ckin’ house
now what would you do (2pac)
if you could f-ck with me or my crew?
but you can’t, so don’t even think about
steppin’ in the motherf-ckin’ house

[verse 3: dat n-gga daz]
b-tches b-tterfly all day, while i steady make my pay
every single day in the lbc (east side)
cruisin’ through the eastside, me and lil’ style
in the back of a green 6-4 bustin’ freestyles

[verse 4: kurupt the kingpin]
there’s no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
how much money can a n-gga make in one place?
the review, ain’t sh-t new
you stupid motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with my crew

[verse 5: dat n-gga daz]
i see all these n-ggas tryin’ to get with my kin folk
get so many busters on the west coast
and then, to say the least
i see a few trick–ss n-ggas layin’ low on the east coast
and the question is asked: do you wanna rap, scr-p, or blast?
’cause dat n-gga daz’ll be the first one to hit him
oh yeah, f-ck b.g. knocc out and every n-gga down wit’ him
’cause i’m a natural born k!ller
in a steeler hat, motherf-cker, ’cause it’s like that

[chorus: daz, snoop dogg, and jewell]
now what would you do
if you could f-ck with me or my crew?

[verse 6: kurupt]
there’s so many motherf-ckers that i can include
who’s quick to blast motherf-ckers in a feud?
it doesn’t make a difference
’cause it’s about who’s the quickest
on the draw to end all existence
for instance, let’s take these ruthless fools
these ruthless fools and the pound in one room
-ssume, it’s only for conversation
so let’s conversate, slip a n-gga the .38, then dip
empty out the clip
mind on set-trip, ’cause n-ggas talk sh-t

[verse 7: dat n-gga daz]
now if a n-gga had a prayer before a n-gga died
would the n-gga be dead or would he stay alive?
and if i was in your own shoes, would i survive?
probably not, you’d probably let your glock go pop
now drop to your knees
and picture raw -ss gangsas flowin’ in the breeze

[chorus: daz, snoop dogg and jewell]
now what would you do
if you could f-ck with me or my crew?
but you can’t, so don’t even think about
steppin’ in the motherf-ckin’ house
now what would you do
if you could f-ck with me or my crew?
but you can’t, so don’t even think about
steppin’ in the motherf-ckin’ house

[refrain: big pimpin’ delemond, jewell]
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
now just waive your hands from side, to the left, to the right
ladies!

[outro: big pimpin’ delemond, jewell, & (audience)]
all the ladies say “do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!”
(do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!)
all the guys say “do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!”
(do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!)
the whole house, “do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!”
(do that sh-t, do that sh-t, do it!)
yeah, yeah

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