Write This Down (ft. Biggie, DMX, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre, NWA, Nipsey, Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

The feds is watchin', n***as plottin' to get me

Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility

Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip

I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit

Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager

On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major

Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law

Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw

Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane

Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came

Live my life as a thug n***a until the day I die

Livе my lifе as a boss player, 'cause evеn gettin' high

These n***as got me tossin' shit

I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit

Keep your head up, n***a, make these motherfuckers suffer

The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade

Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies

One n***a's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers die

Depend on me like the first and fifteenth

They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me

We got foe n***as and low riders in ski masks

Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke

Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer

The hooker layer, motherfucker, say your prayers!

"Hail Mary, full of grace..." Smack the bitch in the face

Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back

Jab her if she act funny with the money

Oh, you got me mistaken, honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors

Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?

The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho

I got so much styles I should be down with the Stylistics

"Make up to break up," n***as need to wake up

Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia

She don't remember shit, just the two hits

Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit

Sucking on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown

I was Humpin' Around and Jumpin' Around

Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G,"

Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]

I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element

I like dark skins, love her melanin

Huh, Christian Louboutin when I'm steppin' in

Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in

I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari

I'm a gangster, but I like to party

Pop a Percy, go retarded

I'm a Brooklyn n***a, I'm cold-hearted

That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)

Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)

I sound like Justin Bieber, please believe me

I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"

I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy

She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me

But she a bad gyal and she freaky

I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi

I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches

But her pussy good, it taste like peaches

But she can have it, I don't need it

I'd rather have my money green like kiwi

I don't talk to n***as 'cause they be cappin'

Disrespect me and see what happen

I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'

Grr, them bullets blastin'

[Verse 4: DMX]

Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)

So I keep on the vest in case a n***a wanna test (uh)

I got no time for games 'cause I'm all grown up

You wanna joke n***a? Laugh when you get blown up (come on)

See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father

Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)

Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)

Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on)

Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit

Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bum shit

Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light

Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night

Now what? (what) Realize that you ain't got shit (uh)

Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit

So just peep the flow yo, 'cause you already in this

Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 5: Eazy-E]

Aw yeah, let's take a trip

Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip

On a funky-ass track, jump back

Strapped with a fat and a boot-a-sack in a 7-8 'Lac

Dope clean, gangsta lean, I got green

Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing

I hang with O.G. players, don't set trip

Or you might get what we call a rat pack

I don't slack when it come to street

I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat

It's so sweet, when you got money to spend

I got a proper big tilt and a fly-big Benz

I make ends, spend my dough on no ho

That's how it is and that's how it goes

Act like you know when I creep real slow

Givin' love to them players that I know is real G's

[Verse 6: Ice Cube]

The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto

Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal

When the smoke settle

I'm just lookin for a big yellow;

In six inch stilettos

Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin

While you sittin here hatin', yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'

Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin'

Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'

Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you

Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon

(Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency

(And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me

(And he's a felon) On parole for robbery

Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G

I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly

You handle shit sloppily I drop a key, properly

They call me the Don Dada

Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla

Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala

Wanna talk about this concrete? N***a I'm a scholar

The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible

Beg a ho, let it go, dick ain't edible

N***a ain't federal, I plan shit

While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 7: Dr. Dre]

Did I fall off?, Got you in your room

Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off

Just cause I put away the sawed off

Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;

Listening with your arms crossed

Questioning Dre's credibility (What?)

Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;

Y'all be killin me

As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion

And six cars that are paid fo' suck my dick! (Hello)

We came a long way from not givin a fuck

Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up

Now we got the whole world starstruck

Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck

Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect

I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit

I do it because I want to not to stay in the game

Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! (Hello)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

Look at these n***as with attitudes

Look at these n***as with attitudes (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

[Verse 8: MC Ren]

Villain blows up yo' spot

Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' Glock

This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock

You slapped her ass that's alarmin

Cause she want my Worm like Carmen

We chin check n***as, them thin check n***as

Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' n***as

Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks

Makin' n***as clear the room like a dyke fleein' dick

Makin 2nd to None shit, n***a like Quik

So when I bomb first n***a who you rollin with?

Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch

Cause you could lose it in a tussle n***a watch me hustle

Watch n***as kiss my ass without flexin a muscle

Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle

Same time same channel don't change the dial

N***az4Life, fuckin your wife, these n***as wild (Hello)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 9: Method Man]

Ayo, Im so humble but on a bumble

I speak for the jungle, 2 else for and a mumble

Sunny, Ill sell you a bunny and take it from you

Won you

These rappers are sugar bordering dumb-juice

Yall make just come through like a five star

Chillin but I could finish you, in five hours

Working like baby Jesus I get them lined up

Thatll leave them holy just matrimony like my god

Staten Island and Cony Island that's two squads

Something like this could cook crack that too hard

Meth, Im too fresh I smell like a new car The Woo Tang my favorite member is U-God

[Verse 10: Nas]

Make history before you go

Fuck the misery, you living po' we gettin dough

Except the dollars other reasons why I'm living yo (why?)

Time is valuable

Low and behold the young, black, and powerful

Got to eat yo, everyday my daughter feet grow

You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow

Paying doctors when I'm born, a preacher if I'm buried

That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit

Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bid'ness

If you catch a bad deal, watch your life diminish

Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it

Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit

Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best

Prepare for the worst, no fears no nothing on earth

No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first

Nor the last, n***a, let's get this cash, n***a

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the n***as know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug n***a until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the n***as know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

[Verse 11: Nipsey Hussle]

Where yo money at?

We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks

Shootin’ up your block

Switch cars, then we double back

You a funny cat

You ain’t made a hundred racks

You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle

That’s a fuckin’ fact

Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats

I’m the realest n***a in it, can’t front on that

A lot of fake n***as hate me cause they wanna rap

But if they dumb enough to say it, I’ma fuckin snap

Big guns, big guns, I got big guns

AR’s, AK’s, n***a, pick one

This young n***a on that shit, you should get on

And I promise she get fucked if yo' bitch come

Know some Inglewood n***as showed a Crip love

He was like, "That n***a Nip kinda sick, Blood"

Know them East Side n***as bang my shit tough, it's all of love

Even to my homeboys that switched up

Funny thing is they swore when I get rich

I would turn my back on 'em, but I’m still up in the mix, huh

God damn, ain't that some shit?

Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked?

Where yo money at?

We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks

Shootin’ up your block

Switch cars, then we double back

You a funny cat

You ain’t made a hundred racks

You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle

That’s a fuckin’ fact

[Verse 12: Snoop Dogg]

For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip

The late, great Neighborhood Nip

Dippin' in this L.A. bullshit

'Bout as solid of youngsta as a n***a could get (Yup)

Wasn't nothin' like these thug phonies

Was always showin' love and big respect for all the Blood homies (What up)

You understood the values in the youth

Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth

Damn, how could this n***a do this?

It's 'cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas

Who hate to see your team ridin' rich

You see that envy and that pride, that's that green-eyed bitch

Worse than a woman scorned (Damn)

It had been better for that man if he had never been born

But Mary, don't you mourn, Martha, don't you weep

You see, your son still affected us deep

Give us the faith to take that leap

[Chorus: 2Pac & Ice Cube]

I let the niggas know it's on for life

So let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me)

Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die

Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high

I started this gangsta shit

And this the motherfucking thanks I get? (hello)

I let the niggas know it's on for life

Don't let the West Side ride tonight

All eyes on me

[Outro: 2Pac]

Pay attention, my niggas! See how that shit go?

Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing!"

Cops, bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body

Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high

I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a n***a, you know?

( live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high) (All eyes on me)

He he he, it's like what they think

I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin' All eyes on me

They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope

Y'all got me under surveillance

(All eyes on me)

But I'm knowing