2Pac – Can't C Me LyricsFollow
[Intro - George Clinton]
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Looking hard, but won't realize
That they will never see the P!
[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Give me my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch em while they coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them niggas bleeding
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blownStraight out the West, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but baby, I've got to get mo'
You screaming "Go 2Pac!" And I ain't stopping
Till I'm well-paid, bail's paid
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player, getting high
And when I'm rolling by Niggas can't see me!
[Hook - George Clinton]
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
[Verse 2 - 2Pac]
Been getting word that these square motherfuckers with nerves
Saying they can get with us, but picture me getting served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be bumping out the record store
As if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga what! It ain't nothing but a party when we thug
And there I was, a young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules. D-R-E you got me heated
My word's like a penitentiary dick
Hitting bitches where it's most needed
Money and weed, Alize and Hennessey
To my Thug niggas in lock down: witness me
Bail on these hoes in floss-mode
The life of a Boss Playa, fuck what you thought, though
My enemies deceased, die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets, Niggas can't see me!
Which way did he go, George?
Which way did he go?
[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
You niggas made a mistake
You should've never put my rhymes with Dre
Them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey homie, if you feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
That they missed, they ain't killed me
I can make a motherfucker Shake, Rattle n' Roll
I'm full of liquor, thug nigga
Quick to jab at them hoes
And I can make you jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rapping bring me money, then I'm rapping till I'm paid
I'm getting green like I'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these hoes
And see how many I can go through
Look to the star, and visualize my debut
Niggas know me, player, I gotta stay true
Don't be a dumb motherfucker because it's crazy after dark
Where the true thug-niggas see your heart
Niggas can't see me!
Yo, check this out: stay off his dick
Niggas can't see me
I know it's hard nigga: I'm all up in your face
But you still can't see me!
All up in your range, but niggas can't see me
Thug Life, baby
Don't believe everything you read!
Alize and weed
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!
This one's for you, BIG baby
Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Right between your eyes, you'll never realize
Visualize what you can't see
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