Hennessey (feat. Obie Trice) - 2Pac

Bitch I see you, 'cause you know I know you Yeah, I know you Last time I saw you You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck Last time you saw me I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P what? And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin' in the lower class suburb And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds She used to pump on the block Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out but! She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit Fuck's wrong with this nigga man? He used to bring her through the hood Treat the bitch too fuckin' good, my opinion We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip This nigga bought braids for the bitch Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit Meanwhile, in the hood she drivin' around good This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood Meantime, she settin' the nigga up Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck what? Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know) We had to ride on a nigga Watch him! For the right time to get richer We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs what This nigga screamed like a bitch Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick but! The bitch, who told us 'bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga He knew that we'd come but! Meanwhile, in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up Rims and new trucks your man 'livin' it up' Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt Shot a nigga the fuck-up Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us Turned out to be nuts, switched up Mixed up wit the wrong slut Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad My niggaz got my back, in fact They caught on her Ave, flossin' in another nigga cab Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind all the time And you think that that's your baby (you don't know) You a good guy that's living a lie But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know) If you cool and she satisfied How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know)

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Battle cry I've been shot by my critics Took the bout by the cynics Feel like my life's on display Like the museum exhibits Puts my life on the line Invested years in these rhymes (?) street's thirst and they need it Now hear my battle cry O-Trice, back, at it They don't wanna see him platinum They just wanna see him pratted They just wanna see him tec something (?) Get next to him So they can be the first to rat it Savage, put him in a cascet Categorize him, say Cheers was a classic That's it, as if He ain't bring the city to the masses Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous Like the (?) ain't shown them where the cash at (?) O has fucked(?), as you should Never mind a player hater, as long as you could Never change, gutter So you can downplay my name, O still the same Come on Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Waiting with patience In the dark like a vagrant Determining this circus (?) want entertainment My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly In the heavens with angels While devils wished I died O-Trice, back, at it I ain't never came whack All I ever gave's crack All I ever gave's back Ain't a human being on this earth saying opposite that You can misconstrue what he do Cuz he cruise in an automobile (?) I know how to double-up Then double platinum No matter the circus stands, see I emerge from that Used to serve the bundles, now the verse intact Used to worship onions, now I service rap The certain cat's uncertain with that They'd rather see him service, dirtnap Like I deserve them curses Like I don't speak in cursive Like I ain't got a purpose Beast of the streets Dope stay on O-Trice's person Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up You know Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant Gotta keep moving

Convict, yeah Shady, Shady Convict music Guess who's back Still we here, haters Akon and Obie, Trice Yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? Take 'em all back to the street I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those Reservoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo' sho' No X and Os, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin' like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up 'til death come find us Meantime leanin' in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Po's is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin' on a snitch now, there's nothin' to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin' to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentiary, there will be no clemency You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin', you asked for the life you're livin' This act is not permitted, nowhere on the map It is forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you've been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no X's and O's, Tex Calicos Aim at your chest nigga I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin' with the mind state of the mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray, I don't lace you, yeah You rat bastard

You are appreciated. When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady.

I got shot Dear I always felt like I'd be shot Are you afraid to die? Somebody try to do me some harm Or do you wanna live forever Because a lot of people don't like me Tell me, what's wrong? They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord But he ignores me, unfortunately, 'cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless I'm chokin' off marijuana smoke With every toke it's like I'm losin' focus Fallin' asleep while I'm in service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous, because I'm high Don't mention funerals, I'm stressin' and goin' nutty And reminiscin' 'bout them niggas that murdered my buddy I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain't nothin' funny Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money Where am I goin'? I discovered, can't nothin' save me My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn't have did it Everybody's dyin', am I next? Who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin'? Two to the head while I'm in bed Leakin' blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin' suspicious of this bitch The line's busy every time I call her Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later! To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her This bitch is tellin' all her homies That I can fuck her like no other Now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure, gettin' drunk, somebody help me I drank a fifth of Hennessy, I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies, they creepin', don't make me blast I watch the 5-0's roll, the motherfuckers pass By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh I put up my middle finger, then I dash Niggas don't like me, 'cause I'm thuggin' And every day I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid If I know that in this hotel room, they have food everyday And i'm knocking on the door everyday to eat And they tell, they open the door Let me see the party Let me see like them throwing salami all over I mean just like throwing food around But they're telling me "there's no food in here" You know what i'm saying? Everyday, I'm standing outside trying to Sing my way in You know what i'm saying? "We are hungry please let us in'" "We are hungry please let us in" After about a week that song is gonna change to "We hungry, we need some food" "Gimmie all the food or we're breaking down the door" And after a year then you just like You know what I'm saying, I'm picking the lock Coming through the door blasting You know what I'm saying? It's like you hungry, you reached your level You don't want anymore We asked 10 years ago We was asking with the Panthers We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement We was asking you know Now those people that asked are all dead and in jail So now what do you think we're gonna do? Ask? They wanna bury me, I'm worried no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry Nowhere to rest, I'm losin' homies ain't that a bitch? When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there? Then tell me, am I lost? 'Cause I'm lonely I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that don't promise me the next day So I stay thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin' I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if I'm hellbound Well, Hell can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now Don't make me hurt you, I don't want to, but I will Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' MAC -11, 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin' you now: "You motherfuckers don't know me" I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to die Only fear of death Only fear of death Only fear of death The controversy over Death Row Records And its owner being sort of a gangster Everybody's asking about Death Row Suge ain't no gangsta. He's chilling No? No man, Suge a rider I know what good morals are But you're supposed to disregard good morals When you're living in a crazy, bad world If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel? You're surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel? That's like suicide