2 of America’s Most Wanted Songtext
von 2Pac

Ain′t nuttin' but a gangsta party (c′mon, c'mon, yeah say)
Ain't nuttin′ but a gangsta party (sing that shit, sing that shit)
Ain′t nuttin' but a gangsta party (2Pac)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the suckers with precision, my intention′s to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin' homey
It′s so cold how we fade our fo'
Sho′ 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, 'cause they got me on the run
Now I′m back in the courtroom waitin′ on the outcome
Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin′ to take mine
So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit


Now they got us laced
Two multi-millionare motherf- catchin′ cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown
I′m "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'
N- be actin′ like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nothin′ but love, for my niggaz livin' lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I, think I got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the G′s and the keys motherfucker
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin′ these West Coast G's, G′s, G's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of Americaz Most Wanted


Ain't nuttin′ but a gangsta party (c′mon, c'mon)
Ain′t nuttin' but a gangsta party
It ain′t nuthin but a muthafuckin' gangsta party
It ain′t nuthin but a
Muthafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
It ain′t nuthin′ but a muthafuckin' gangster party

Give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever′s left of me
Jealousy is envious, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck wit me
I bust and flea, these niggaz must be crazy what?
Ain't no mercy motherfuckers, who can fade the Thugs?
You thought it was but it wasn′t, now disapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin′
Everybody in the party doin' dope slangin'
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swirl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard, ′til ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and ′bout the way it is
They say we live by the strap, we die by the strap, kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin′ to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Schemes for currency and doe related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it (nigga)
No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg and me, eternally the most wanted

Now do the gangsters run this muthafucka? (Hell yeah)
Now do the gangsters run this muthafucka? (Hell yeah)
Do the gangsters run this muthafucka? (Hell yeah)
Or do the ladies run this muthafucka? (Hell yeah)

Westside in this muthafucka (ain′t nuthin' but a gangster party)
Westside in this muthafucka
Westside in this muthafucka
Westside in this muthafucka
Westside in this muthafucka
Westside in this muthafucka
It ain′t nuthin' but a muthafuckin' gangster party
One love West Coast one love