U Don't Have 2 Worry - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | U Don't Have 2 Worry - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Tupac |
| Artist | The Outlawz |
| Album | Until The End Of Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me ******* | |
| C'mon, get in the car, get in the ****** car man | |
| Yo why you trippin man? get in the ****** car man | |
| Get in the ****** car.. get in the car | |
| (heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car | |
| Cause you, you think *******z gon' be blastin at it | |
| It ain't even that deep baby) | |
| You don't have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| *******z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, we outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we ******* them hoes | |
| [2pac] | |
| Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes | |
| No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown | |
| My unknown tendencies to mash my car | |
| Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump | |
| Why *******z run i'm the last one standin the rest die | |
| Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside | |
| Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views | |
| Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew | |
| Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit | |
| *******z die by my orders when i wrote this ************t | |
| Though we go back like wild knights at latin quarters | |
| *******z tried to kill me, and i fed they wife and they daughters | |
| Blazed the ******, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash | |
| Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past | |
| Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life | |
| Retaliation proves *******z never caught me right | |
| Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick | |
| Bull************t ******* cause i'm still ****** yo' ************ | |
| *******z got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? | |
| ******* with me, all this ************t pay, ******* ******* the fame | |
| [young noble] | |
| Don't remember 'hit 'em up,' don't make us do it once.. more | |
| Yo' *******z know, you ain't ******g with them out..lawz | |
| We keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn | |
| Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin | |
| Don't nobody give a ******* cause you done crossed the game | |
| Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame | |
| You made yo' bed ******* lay in it | |
| Scared to come up out that cell ******* stay in it | |
| It's not a game only got one click we outlawz from the do' | |
| Dirt stains when i buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' | |
| We dirty as the mother****** streetz of jerz | |
| We sweep *******z with the words though the heat's preferred | |
| Holla | |
| [chorus] | |
| You don't have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| *******z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, they outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we ******* these hoes, let the punks know | |
| [napoleon] | |
| 'pac i wish i was in the mother****** car wit'cha | |
| I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of god ******* | |
| I only got one click, outlawz 'til i'm gone | |
| Heavy in the game and we coming for they ****** throne | |
| The love is gone well it is what it is | |
| And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne | |
| You don't have to worry cause i ride for ya | |
| Like k said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya | |
| You put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya | |
| And when it get to poppin i'ma ****** ball for ya | |
| And everything i do gon' have your names on it | |
| I'll never let them forget i put my seeds on it | |
| [kastro] | |
| You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth | |
| In the middle of the desert ******* lace your boots | |
| As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest | |
| You studio *******z still remind your vest | |
| Why the ******* you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth | |
| In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat | |
| ******* a glock nine that ************t is weak on the streets | |
| And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat | |
| If your life in another ******* hand, you deaded | |
| And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it | |
| Another fake ******* usin my strengths to get credit | |
| I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it | |
| [chorus] | |
| [young noble] | |
| I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty | |
| But now i'm a rider, connivin gutsy | |
| And i don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me | |
| And that's how i'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me | |
| I play for keeps like the og's raised me | |
| If i sleep i won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? | |
| And i think i'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner | |
| I've been drinkin on the daily, i can hardly remember | |
| I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me | |
| I love the lord but the church can't cure me | |
| I sleep light, i wake peekin out my window | |
| With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow | |
| And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me | |
| But don't twist it cause none of y'all *******z worry me | |
| [outlawz] | |
| What the ******* you didn't know? | |
| Kizza-kastro, young noble with the criminal flow | |
| You nervous nelly ass *******s belly up in the river, no dizoubt | |
| Y'all *******z can't fade me with the clippers | |
| We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound | |
| Penitentiary bound, to remind you | |
| [kadafi] | |
| Kadafi i bring the lingo to the click | |
| Tasty like a pringle, sneakin through your chimney like kris kringle | |
| On some ************t, get me free to let my ice click | |
| Ka-pling, ka-plow, i been a thug shootin slugs since a child | |
| [chorus] | |
| Let the punks know (repeat 3x) |
| Yo c' mon man, what do you mean you don' t wanna ride with me | |
| C' mon, get in the car, get in the car man | |
| Yo why you trippin man? get in the car man | |
| Get in the car.. get in the car | |
| heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car | |
| Cause you, you think z gon' be blastin at it | |
| It ain' t even that deep baby | |
| You don' t have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, we outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we them hoes | |
| [2pac] | |
| Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes | |
| No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown | |
| My unknown tendencies to mash my car | |
| Getting wicked with my skimask, find the stash and dump | |
| Why z run i' m the last one standin the rest die | |
| Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside | |
| Though it' s worldwide no one can deny my views | |
| Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew | |
| Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit | |
| z die by my orders when i wrote this t | |
| Though we go back like wild knights at latin quarters | |
| z tried to kill me, and i fed they wife and they daughters | |
| Blazed the , draped they seeds, gave ' em cash | |
| Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past | |
| Why you change, it' s a cold world taught me life | |
| Retaliation proves z never caught me right | |
| Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick | |
| Bull t cause i' m still yo' | |
| z got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? | |
| with me, all this t pay, the fame | |
| young noble | |
| Don' t remember ' hit ' em up,' don' t make us do it once.. more | |
| Yo' z know, you ain' t g with them out.. lawz | |
| We keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn | |
| Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin | |
| Don' t nobody give a cause you done crossed the game | |
| Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame | |
| You made yo' bed lay in it | |
| Scared to come up out that cell stay in it | |
| It' s not a game only got one click we outlawz from the do' | |
| Dirt stains when i buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' | |
| We dirty as the mother streetz of jerz | |
| We sweep z with the words though the heat' s preferred | |
| Holla | |
| chorus | |
| You don' t have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, they outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we these hoes, let the punks know | |
| napoleon | |
| ' pac i wish i was in the mother car wit' cha | |
| I' d have took every bullet that they threw, hand of god | |
| I only got one click, outlawz ' til i' m gone | |
| Heavy in the game and we coming for they throne | |
| The love is gone well it is what it is | |
| And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne | |
| You don' t have to worry cause i ride for ya | |
| Like k said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya | |
| You put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya | |
| And when it get to poppin i' ma ball for ya | |
| And everything i do gon' have your names on it | |
| I' ll never let them forget i put my seeds on it | |
| kastro | |
| You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth | |
| In the middle of the desert lace your boots | |
| As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest | |
| You studio z still remind your vest | |
| Why the you ain' t done yet swallow yo' teeth | |
| In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat | |
| a glock nine that t is weak on the streets | |
| And if you can' t strategize then you just can' t eat | |
| If your life in another hand, you deaded | |
| And if it' s beef and your man disappear then don' t sweat it | |
| Another fake usin my strengths to get credit | |
| I mean ? face sound scared but your heartbeat said it | |
| chorus | |
| young noble | |
| I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty | |
| But now i' m a rider, connivin gutsy | |
| And i don' t trust nobody, so don' t nobody trust me | |
| And that' s how i' ma go about it ' til somebody bust me | |
| I play for keeps like the og' s raised me | |
| If i sleep i won' t eat, who gonna feed my baby? | |
| And i think i' m goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner | |
| I' ve been drinkin on the daily, i can hardly remember | |
| I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me | |
| I love the lord but the church can' t cure me | |
| I sleep light, i wake peekin out my window | |
| With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow | |
| And that' s the way it' s gonna be ' til they bury me | |
| But don' t twist it cause none of y' all z worry me | |
| outlawz | |
| What the you didn' t know? | |
| Kizzakastro, young noble with the criminal flow | |
| You nervous nelly ass s belly up in the river, no dizoubt | |
| Y' all z can' t fade me with the clippers | |
| We put it down, look around, ' til we find you we hound | |
| Penitentiary bound, to remind you | |
| kadafi | |
| Kadafi i bring the lingo to the click | |
| Tasty like a pringle, sneakin through your chimney like kris kringle | |
| On some t, get me free to let my ice click | |
| Kapling, kaplow, i been a thug shootin slugs since a child | |
| chorus | |
| Let the punks know repeat 3x |
| Yo c' mon man, what do you mean you don' t wanna ride with me | |
| C' mon, get in the car, get in the car man | |
| Yo why you trippin man? get in the car man | |
| Get in the car.. get in the car | |
| heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car | |
| Cause you, you think z gon' be blastin at it | |
| It ain' t even that deep baby | |
| You don' t have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, we outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we them hoes | |
| [2pac] | |
| Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes | |
| No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown | |
| My unknown tendencies to mash my car | |
| Getting wicked with my skimask, find the stash and dump | |
| Why z run i' m the last one standin the rest die | |
| Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside | |
| Though it' s worldwide no one can deny my views | |
| Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew | |
| Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit | |
| z die by my orders when i wrote this t | |
| Though we go back like wild knights at latin quarters | |
| z tried to kill me, and i fed they wife and they daughters | |
| Blazed the , draped they seeds, gave ' em cash | |
| Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past | |
| Why you change, it' s a cold world taught me life | |
| Retaliation proves z never caught me right | |
| Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick | |
| Bull t cause i' m still yo' | |
| z got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? | |
| with me, all this t pay, the fame | |
| young noble | |
| Don' t remember ' hit ' em up,' don' t make us do it once.. more | |
| Yo' z know, you ain' t g with them out.. lawz | |
| We keep souljas, souljas from compton to brooklyn | |
| Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin | |
| Don' t nobody give a cause you done crossed the game | |
| Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame | |
| You made yo' bed lay in it | |
| Scared to come up out that cell stay in it | |
| It' s not a game only got one click we outlawz from the do' | |
| Dirt stains when i buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' | |
| We dirty as the mother streetz of jerz | |
| We sweep z with the words though the heat' s preferred | |
| Holla | |
| chorus | |
| You don' t have to worry you can ride with me now | |
| z are quick to scream how they die for me now | |
| Only got one click, they outlawz on the row | |
| Fair exchange when we these hoes, let the punks know | |
| napoleon | |
| ' pac i wish i was in the mother car wit' cha | |
| I' d have took every bullet that they threw, hand of god | |
| I only got one click, outlawz ' til i' m gone | |
| Heavy in the game and we coming for they throne | |
| The love is gone well it is what it is | |
| And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne | |
| You don' t have to worry cause i ride for ya | |
| Like k said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya | |
| You put me in the game and dog i owe it all to ya | |
| And when it get to poppin i' ma ball for ya | |
| And everything i do gon' have your names on it | |
| I' ll never let them forget i put my seeds on it | |
| kastro | |
| You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth | |
| In the middle of the desert lace your boots | |
| As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest | |
| You studio z still remind your vest | |
| Why the you ain' t done yet swallow yo' teeth | |
| In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat | |
| a glock nine that t is weak on the streets | |
| And if you can' t strategize then you just can' t eat | |
| If your life in another hand, you deaded | |
| And if it' s beef and your man disappear then don' t sweat it | |
| Another fake usin my strengths to get credit | |
| I mean ? face sound scared but your heartbeat said it | |
| chorus | |
| young noble | |
| I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty | |
| But now i' m a rider, connivin gutsy | |
| And i don' t trust nobody, so don' t nobody trust me | |
| And that' s how i' ma go about it ' til somebody bust me | |
| I play for keeps like the og' s raised me | |
| If i sleep i won' t eat, who gonna feed my baby? | |
| And i think i' m goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner | |
| I' ve been drinkin on the daily, i can hardly remember | |
| I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me | |
| I love the lord but the church can' t cure me | |
| I sleep light, i wake peekin out my window | |
| With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow | |
| And that' s the way it' s gonna be ' til they bury me | |
| But don' t twist it cause none of y' all z worry me | |
| outlawz | |
| What the you didn' t know? | |
| Kizzakastro, young noble with the criminal flow | |
| You nervous nelly ass s belly up in the river, no dizoubt | |
| Y' all z can' t fade me with the clippers | |
| We put it down, look around, ' til we find you we hound | |
| Penitentiary bound, to remind you | |
| kadafi | |
| Kadafi i bring the lingo to the click | |
| Tasty like a pringle, sneakin through your chimney like kris kringle | |
| On some t, get me free to let my ice click | |
| Kapling, kaplow, i been a thug shootin slugs since a child | |
| chorus | |
| Let the punks know repeat 3x |
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