[Refrain: Nancy Fletcher]
Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bellin' with Death Row
They try to player-hate, but they can't fade us though
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down!
[Intro: 2Pac]
This goes out to you, player, you know who you are
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Are you confused?
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to lose?
But me and you was homies, no one before me, it was all a scheme
You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga dreams
How could you do me like that? I took your family in
I put some cash in your pocket, made you a man again
And now you let the fear put your ass in a place
Complicated to escape, it's a fool's fate
Without your word, you a shell of a man
I lost respect for you, nigga, we can never be friends
I know what runnin' through your head now
What could you do? If it was up to you, I'd be dead now
I let the world know, nigga, you a coward, you can never be live until you die
I see the motherfuckin' bitch in your eyes
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Type of nigga to let the evil of the money trap me
When you see me, nigga, you better holla at me (Holla at me)
Gotta be ready, don't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious
I'm addicted to currency, nigga, that's why we doin' this
Got set up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up
And then I hit the studio, it's time to blow the block up
No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'
Heartbreakin', eliminatin' with this conversation
Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient
In celebration of my criminal elevation
Want participation, I want members across the fifty states
We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Will I be great, is it my fate
To live a life of luxury so niggas buy my tape?
So much jealousy it scares me, so be prepared
'Cause only the strong survive, life isn't fair (Who cares?)
Probably never knew the way it feels to die
So you figure, fuck with me, I'll give that ass a try
Nigga, holla at me!
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
Got to be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
And now I got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I should have saw the signs I was blinded
Criminal mind of a young black brother doin' time
So many brothers framed in this dirty game
It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain, why she blame me?
Secrets in the dark only her and I know
Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow
'Cause she made a bad decision that got me livin'
Just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison
My niggas dissing 'cause Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'
Picture my prophecy, I got some attackin' me, on top of me
I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me
'Cause I'm a soldier, ever since I was a little nigga
Havin' fantasies of one day bein' older
Niggas is paranoid, trust - a no-no
Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po, holla at me!
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me!
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Nigga, got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay -
We better not find where you stay
[Refrain: Nanci Fletcher]
Niggas out there jealous cause we be bellin' with Death Row
They try to playa-hate, but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound (So funky), we be throwin' it down
[Chorus: 2Pac & Nancy Fletcher]
You got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Got to be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
(Oh no, no, no)
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