2Pac - Smoked Out

[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm headed for the penitentiary and cuttin' classing
I'm buckin', blastin', straight mashin'
Mobbin' through the overpass laughin'
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger on the trigger
Cause some niggas tryna kill me
And mama raised a hellraiser, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive, my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'mma spark 'til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin' richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin' trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black

[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
Crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggas burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
'Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin' pen'

[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high till they bury me
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hell-raiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

[Hook x8: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Smoked out, loc'd out
Strap, GO!