2Pac - Die/Dumpin (Original Version) Lyrics


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Blastin’, dumpin’


[Verse 1: Gonzoe]

I got my pistol cocked and my knife

‘Bout to slice this nigga windpipe

Throwin’ tops, swervin’ me on the dice

Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness

But the nigga I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark ass bitch)

Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow

Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface

From the Glock, the lead waste

Diggin’ out your chest plate up straight

Trimmin’ you from your winge and hit the gate, I’m not waitin’

Thinking between and runnin’ on my escape

Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate

The terrorist doin’ on niggas who we {​Glock cocked}​

Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist

When I slit yo’ wrist

With the the styles of ruckus south central

Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side)

I’m doin’ niggas in the rap tussle

Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle

I’m hand on muzzles to you whack MC’s

Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees

Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall

To my tactics chin checkin’ in charge like chart, I want it all

The loot, the chronic, plus the dips

First nigga that flinches catch a bullet from my hip

In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill

Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling nigga

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Murderous mindstate

Can’t keep my nine straight

Sippin’ on this hennessey

Waitin’ for the time to break

Show up and mothafuckas bow down, recognize

West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders

Untouchable mob of pistol packers

Well known felons labeled for drug sellin’ merciless jackers

Forever buzzed

Roll with thugs and dawgs

Commence to lettin’ off rounds

Then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo?

Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin’

My mini-14 murderin’ niggas while they creepin’, Uhhh!

Duck or you ass out!

Drink ’til you pass out! (what)

Ain’t scared to die

Drunk drivin’ in my Glasshouse

Niggas is under me

They bitches come to me

They heard the stories nigga

Now they wanna really see

Bomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed

Niggas is playahatas

Label them my enemies then dumpin’

[Refrain 1: 2Pac]

Look out young nigga!

‘Cause it’s time to dump

I’m versatile ,mothafuckas

What type of rhyme you want?

Niggas got me in they sight

Now I’m runnin’ for my life

Tell me!

What’s that, West Side like?

West side!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

I’m all about the paper chase ’cause the paper makes life so great

Plus, haste makes waste

And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles

Catch me rollin’ all the fuck around with the top down (Nigga, what?)

Realest with the microphone

Most murder masher verbal disaster

Creator, 38 stasher

In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam

There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes

Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse

Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first

So pump curt curse, it’s the curse of the pump pump

The one to dump last is the first to get slumped

It’s the mental temptation, mental assassination

My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation

I’m death-defying, bitches lyin’ sayin’ I ain’t cute

Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch, I ain’t Snoop (What?)

[Verse 4: Scarlo]

One bone bitch ready to go for broke

Hittin’ up your marks with my motherfuckin’ 4

I’m comin’ up about the Hills so feel I’m ready for the static

And niggas on my team is the full flesh automatic

Planting all you hoes in your motherfuckin’ place

A bitch named Scarlo is steppin’ up in your face

I’m dustin’ off you chumps with the .44 slugs

And livin’ from the lichter bro I’m ready to pull your plug

So, nigga, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher

Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah

So bitch you better get a grip on gangs

You fuckin’ with the hillside, mentally insane

Point of no return and now my life is on the edge

Believin’ in my misery I fucked her in the yeah

Giuseppe called me up and told me so

I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go

‘Cause you can run, hide (Hide)

But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape

You know my gat won’t letcha run, hide

But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape

You know my gat won’t letcha

West side for life


[Refrain 2: 2Pac]

I’m dumpin’

Empty my gun

It’s time to run

‘Cause here come the cops

I’ll be duckin’ ’em for blocks

Nigga I’m dumpin’

Empty my clip

Forever bustin’

East Coast nigga rushin’

Mothafucka, I’ll be dumpin’

[Verse 5: Nutt-So]


Loaded them things, nigga, it’s time to dump

Sneakin’ on niggas that be sleepin’ when they ass in the trunk

You slipped, then got crept on, now it’s ride time

To the hills where niggas kill and peel your shit on skyline

It’s die time, and can’t any niggas save g

So kneel to your fuckin’ knees and feel this 45 fade you

Aimin’ for heads, pumpin’ lead ’til I bury you

Niggas be duckin’ but I swingin’ low like chariot

No love, pumpin’ slugs like I’m servin’ dogs

Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, “What’s up?”

Lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die

And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire

My 45 smoked and broke ya

And nothin’ hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open

Gats smokin’ no jokin’, Bullets to me

Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin’

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