Lyrics Deadly Combination (Explicit) - Big L , Tupac Shakur

Yes indeed - it's the mix king - Ron G
I got somethin - the world - ain't ready for
New York City - L.A. - Chicago - Atlanta
D.C. - Detroit - New Orleans, y'all know the deal
FLAVA!!!!

Hahahahahaha! Yeah nigga!
Yeah. that's right. BAYY-BAYY!
That's how we do it

Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See niggas is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This Thug Life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do'
With fo'-fo's. hahahahaha, yeah nigga!
Thug Life

I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway
But my momma had me on my knees with my hands gripped
Talkin' about some "Praise the Lord" shit
Hail Mary, fuck her
I never knew her
I'll probably probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up bed spots big, black, and mean
With the fifth by the caradeims
What you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin'
Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question:
"How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake," Ron G, stop the tape

I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y'all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I'm in
Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin'
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH
Cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown

Hahahaha, that's how we do it out here
On this underground real shit nigga, it's the heat nigga
Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it
Deadly combination bwoy!