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2Pac - Beware lyrics
[Hook] (a sample)
 He'll lead you on, with his words
 He'll rob you of your world
 and he'll sweep you off your feet
 He'll give you character like an actor in a play
 And you'll never see him, huh
 when he makes his getaway so beware
 [Verse 1]
 Take precaution for protection
 when steppin' through the night
 your midsection'll get stiff like erections
 and in peace you'll be restin'
 Don't waste my time on no foes
 Sportin' fat clothes is the code
 Waitin' on this new low the scheme unfolds
 Cream, breakin' open the seams of my Jabot jeans
 Dreams of my team, blowin' up the uptown scene
 My dome piece is intact got my mind on one issue
 To make dough and foes gettin' wet up like a tissue
 Is y'all wid us?, then let us, sit back and meditate
 and think of new plans to stand and watch our dough elevate
 We tote heat like guerillas for fellas that's jealous
 No need to worry for the stash pot it's in the cellar
 Wid the right production brain start to function I feel percussion
 Memory banks overload which leads to combustion
 My cavalry watches me constantly
 Therefore I have to spit shit that's more catchin' than an allergy
 Follow me, I bleed to get my point across
 I need Gs to succeed sellin' weed
 and bring forth a little seed envy me
 Ain't no need but if you have to
 I'll put a slug in that ass and leave ya stiff like a statue
 S-A, N-T-O, D-O-M-I, N-G-O and puerto blacka on the red eye
 2Pac - Beware - http://motolyrics.com/2pac/beware-lyrics.html
 Hook
 [Verse 2]
 I'm sick and tired of not being that number one nigga in this
 Fightin' full scale wars to the finish
 But I believe in God backwards, to the dog catchers
 I roll playin' leap frogs and snacth ya
 There ain't no place for me here so I gotta split
 This is the last learnt lesson that I gotta get
 You can hate me now, yeh
 But ya better off dressin' in drag to take me out
 Go to the mil man march as Klansmen and make it out
 Disguised as Bushes at the White House stakin' out
 I laugh at those foes that claim that they can't get disposed of
 like torn clothes, believe it son, yeh
 I got jackets that got hatchet compartments
 Back watched automatic for dramatic departments
 I'm a Prodigy who don't need Havoc to rock it
 My Mobb's Deep quick to plead insanity on it
 A pack of wild Dominicans who give they life to get the point across
 A bullet proof for when enterin' oblivions
 S-A, N-T-O, D-O-M-I, N-G-O and puerto blacka on the red eye
Hook
 [Talking]
 You know how that go, say no more...
 You know, this is that Washington Heights theme song man
 This is that New York theme song
 Say no more....I mean you know how that go
 as far as growin' up in the streets
 Everybody done been there and back
 When it comes to New York knawhat I mean?
 Soldiers dyin'...








