[Intro: Police Dispatch]
Radio 615.
(615, go ahead.)
Shots fired on the L.A Strip
Officer down, repeat, officer down!
A male of african american apperance is running through the streets screaming "thug life."
Witnesses identify the man as 2Pac.
(Did you say 2Pac?)
Copy.
(f** that, we're not going anywhere near him.)
[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Yeah! And it don't stop.
'Cause It's 187 on an undercover cop
[Verse 1]
I'm quick to k** a n***a any n***a feel me n***a
You can't fade me I'm way to f**in' real n***a
2Pacalypse Now still down with the Underground
n***as get clowned when I come around
Boom boom motherf**er and it don't stop
f** a cop pa** the Glock and it won't stop
If ya wonderin' the thunder and the trouble
Is coming from the rebel as I hit ya from the lower level
Hit me once funky D hit me two times
Poppin' like two nines hittin' 'em with new rhymes
Ba ba ba bang bang n***a it's a stick up dee
Turn the kick up I'm ready to rip the sh** up G
They got me hype hype hype but am I hype enough?
Pa** the blunt motherf**er let me light sh** up
And pump your fist like this
Cause the cops can't flip on a whole damn clique
So s** dick
What they hittin' 'fo? Double up n***a it's on
The type of n***a that loves to bone with the lights on
[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
Yeah! And it don't stop.
'Cause It's 187 on an undercover cop
[Outro: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
20 to the motherf**ing 1-6
Yeah, n***as
You can't f** with us
Time to come the f** on
Scared of them b**h motherf**ers
Yeahh
n***as
Ride
f** them skinhead a** n***as
f** the police
And the klan?
Here's what we do to the motherf**ing clan
(Gunshot x3)
Yeah y'all better watch out for this motherf**er
Yeah