Heartz Of Men
Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga?
When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right? Watch this!
Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars
Yeah, nigga, time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga, 'cause it's gonna be a long one
Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas
What it's like on this side, the real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers
And there's gonna be some pussies
Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now, everybody, keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky
See, you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies
And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies
But in real life, they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies will say they true, but in real life, those niggas will be snitches
It's a dirty game, y'all, y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with
And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
911, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed
Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free?
I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere, "Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me
So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw
Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw, you get left
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally
I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
The hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em
Whichever one was winning (that's my side)
The hearts of men
'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit
Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was
I had my fists up, ready, he said, "Mutherfucker, put your hands down!"
My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts
My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o
Get your lights on, the fight's on
Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight, so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail
Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villain if you let me
A motherfucker if you do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again
Don't have no motherfuckin' friends
Nigga, look inside the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
Everybody knows this nigga was drinking, every week he get his ass wipin'
He never wins a fight, but he always want to fight
In the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
If you don't get out of the way, I'm gon' kick your ass
In the hearts of men
Well, well, that's a ass woping I gotta take
To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the 50 states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb
I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics
As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'
Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'
Uh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?
What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb
Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
Punch me all and slap me outside the head again
Run a good one too, sounded "payah"
Nigga, this bitch shot me (no heart for the fightin')
I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em
Whichever one was winning (that's my side)
'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit
When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right? Watch this!
Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars
Yeah, nigga, time to ride
Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga, 'cause it's gonna be a long one
Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas
What it's like on this side, the real side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers
And there's gonna be some pussies
Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now, everybody, keep your eyes on the prize 'cause the ride get tricky
See, you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies
And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies
But in real life, they eyes is on your money
See, the enemies will say they true, but in real life, those niggas will be snitches
It's a dirty game, y'all, y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with
And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, baby
Keep your mind on your riches
911, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed
Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die
My mama told me when I was a seed
Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free?
I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere, "Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me
So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw
Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw, you get left
And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally
I live in sin until the moment that they let me breathe again
The hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em
Whichever one was winning (that's my side)
The hearts of men
'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit
Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was
I had my fists up, ready, he said, "Mutherfucker, put your hands down!"
My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts
My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o
Get your lights on, the fight's on
Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight, so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail
Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villain if you let me
A motherfucker if you do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again
Don't have no motherfuckin' friends
Nigga, look inside the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
Everybody knows this nigga was drinking, every week he get his ass wipin'
He never wins a fight, but he always want to fight
In the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
If you don't get out of the way, I'm gon' kick your ass
In the hearts of men
Well, well, that's a ass woping I gotta take
To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the 50 states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced that this is my year, like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb
I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics
As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'
Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'
Uh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?
What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb
Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men
No heart for the fightin'
Punch me all and slap me outside the head again
Run a good one too, sounded "payah"
Nigga, this bitch shot me (no heart for the fightin')
I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em
Whichever one was winning (that's my side)
'Cause I wasn't fightin' shit
Credits
Writer(s): William Earl Collins, David Marvin Blake, Prince Rogers Nelson, Clarence Eugene Haskins, Bernard Worrell, George Clinton Jr., Tupac Amaru Shakur
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