when we ride lyrics – 2pac

outlaw immortals.
bow down to something greater than yourself, trick.
individual capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and nine swoles.
they know.
you watchin but you ain’t seein’. realize before, you beaatch.
picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings.
blessed with the gift to speak,
the power to reach each n*gg* on every street.
may the heavenly father look down and be proud of
what transpires since the day of seeds was planted.
the g grew but we knew we’d have a click.
smoked out, locced out. all into sh*t.
just me and my dogs livin like hogs.
outlaw immortals. what we followed was the story,
what proceded was the clue.
lies deadly with fiction
don’t f*ck around and make it true
my adversaries crumble.
when we rumble, it’s a catastrophy.
i out for revenge on b*tch,
n*gg*s that blasted me.
plus my alias is makaveli.
unloaded .357 with hollow points to a n*gg* belly.
bust him to see if he bleed.
he should of never f*cked around with a sick *ss n*gg* like me.
they call my name out and n*gg*s run.
best be prepared for the outlaws.
here we come.

they call me hussein fatal.
it’s a two game table.
i’m robbin ya n*gg*s cradle with a knife in your naval.
rap related.
criminaly activated and evil.
i wouldn’t want to be you.
behind my f*ckin desert eagle till the end.
i’m tellin all friends and enemies.
you see what i got to make you freeze.
to touch me, you need utilities.
complete most, wanted on the streets of the east coast.
young guns fire and n*gg*s leave.
see mo(mopreme).

i be shinin like white diamonds and crystals.
glistenin and holdin pistols.
the mission’s simple.
fold up and roll up.
dead presidential’s all over potential.
look here, billion dollar baller presents you.
sorta, oughta call on a n*gg*.
i’ll be sure to get you.
get cash, yo.
fast, yo.
from my castro. blast.
and i’m a last, yo.
past all these gl*ss jaws and *ssholes that claim
that they be runnin thangs.
i’ll be gunnin those same n*gg*s runnin late.

my alias is mother f*ckin napoleon.
and i’d rather be robbin the game.
these mother f*ckers leave me sufferin.
but it ain’t nothin.
i got no time for no bluffin.
before a n*gg* finish put in the work,
i better end up with something
i think these n*gg*s got the game f*cked up.
if they don’t believe a young n*gg* like me would bust(booyaa!)
perhaps it’s a must.
i’m facin cases.
f*ck probation.
that’s what i’m screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin.

(chorus repeats 2x)
thug n*gg* till we die.
no mercy on these playa hatin b*tches.
ask me why.
when we ride!

it’s the imperial serial killer.
alias, mussolini
mentally unstabled: your status.
so you can’t see me. drug warlord.
ridin concord jets, rag vests, shakin b*tches and snitches,
and trippin on sets.
inglewood watts bangin’, keepin one in the chamber
for the anger that i built inside.
when it’s time to ride
suicidal thoughts lurking [?] no end.
revenge,
f*ck any, my alias is mussolini

they call me edi.
from the southern city.
young n*gg* greedy, so i’m runnin up on these n*gg*s easy.
it ain’t nuttin, cuz flip they want somethin.
so i’m a comense to dumpin.
stomp down sucka til’ beat is b*mpin.
thuggin till my f*ckin last hour.
with little po(napoleon) and castro.
who you though was on that *sshole.
don’t ask, though.
outlaw immortals doin’ [?]
so don’t test, so high, when we ride.

my alias: kadafi
trump tight.
so fast, can’t copy.
6 milion copies.
quick to hit your b*tch if she jock me.
severly addicted to livin like a f*ckin felon.
my people, rookie cops
cookie rocks
a n*gg* sellin.
since shorty i’ve been livin’ like defiant
nickel plated chrome.
got this baby capone lookin like a giant.
and i ain’t lyin.
it’s like it’s me against myself
with all these back stabbers snakes grabbin at my f*ckin wealth.

komani terrorist, mad man killa.
the bottom of the river is where a body lays and shivers.
i’m that n*gg* wit a 50 [?]
wit the murderous stats that increase.
by these mother f*ckers wit beef.
it’s been a long road.
alot of episodes.
and as the glock loads,
i gotta teach hoes.
reach hoes.
make em feel a n*gg* when i’m mashin’.
now i’m surp*ssin any *ssasin.

chorus repeats 4x

(spoken)

outlaw immortals, baby.
y’all n*gg*s can’t fade this ol’ crazy sh*t.
makaveli.
hussein.
kastro
kadafi
mussolini
amin
napoleon.
komani
what y’all n*gg*s really wanna do.
like them n*gg*s said – “what would you do?”
thug life, baby.
flashin these n*gg*s – thug life.
this year we thug life but we outlaw immortals.
we die, n*gg*, but we multiply.
we legends.
i’ll make you famous mother f*cker.
i’m talkin about time magazine, newsweek and all that other good sh*t.
my n*gg*s make the paper, baby.
my n*gg*s make the front page.
multiple gunshots.

/ 2pac lyrics