Tha’ Lunatic lyrics

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Oh sh*t, jumped on my man's di*k
Heard he had a twelve-inch, now the b*tch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me
Oooh-wee, this is the life
New b*tch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip' cause I run sh*t
Hip-hip, hooray for the AK
Spray when I lay competition, what a great day
Make pay, next is the wet sex
Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex
I'm set, wonder what I tote, check
Bloody as a Kotex, snappin' motherf*ckers necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
n*ggas get dumb with the drum, watch my foes run
n*gga keeps coming when they can't slip
Full of that sh*t, another hit from the lunatic

[Chorus: Stretch]
Yeah, f*ck that dawg, word up
Blowin' n*ggas out the motherf*ckin' frame, you know what I'm sayin'?
Constantly, f*ck that trick, we ain't havin' it

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Leave me the f*ck alone, you gets none of this
It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
'Cause I'm nothin' nice and, I'm icin' like Tyson
I'm grippin' the mic and my DJ is slicin'
I'm tired of motherf*ckers steppin' to me with the same old
Tryin' to do me like Nintendo
How the f*ck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherf*ckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had you fiendin', wait'll they get a load of me
b*tches on my di*k like a motherf*ckin' condom
n*ggas wanna flip, let 'em step, and I'll bomb 'em
See somethin' you want, why don't you come and get it
And then get waxed and taxed, like the government
Then I leave you sittin' there, wonder where your money went
While your b*tch is callin' me, tellin' me to come again
n*gga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indo
But we can be friends though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out
Lookin' like a b*tch, 'cause your whole f*ckin' posse broke out
Punk motherf*cker couldn't roll on
He couldn't hold on, game is too strong, n*gga
Leave me the f*ck alone, you gets none of this
Feel the wrath, and revenge of the lunatic
[Chorus: Stretch]
Yeah Tu', tell 'em motherf*ckers, word up
We ain't havin' it, none of that sh*t
b*tch ass n*ggas, n*ggas can't f*ck with us Tu', word up
'91, we takin' this whole motherf*cker over
n*ggas got problems in '91, '92, and '93
And all that other sh*t (Word up)

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Recognize game when it smacks you, b*tch I'm back to rip
Puttin' this on the map with this mackin' sh*t
Time will tell if it's made well
Well I raise hell and excel 'cause it pays well
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther
I'm funky, that's word to the father
Act like you know 'fore I thump the bolo
Thought you was a pimp, now you're simpin' for my solo
Oh no, not another new jack, swearin' that he's ruthless
Ducked and now he's f*cked and left toothless
I can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't prepared
You're scared and you're bound to go
It's somethin', I guess I let the beat keep bumpin'
Stop trippin' off these n*ggas 'cause they ain't about nuttin'
Or should I say naythin'
Punk put my tape in, f*ck all the fake-in
I'm sick of the bullsh*t
Come equipped and get ready to rip
Or get the di*k of the lunatic
[Chorus: Stretch]
Ah yeah, f*ck that, you know what I'm sayin'?
(The motherf*ckin' lunatic)
Yes, Tu'
Tell them n*ggas what time it is, 'kna'm sayin'?
(Punk motherf*ckers, get the di*k of the lunatic)
n*ggas can't f*ck with us, word up
b*tch ass n*ggas, f*ck 'em

[Outro: 2Pac]
f*ck all them n*ggas
I'm tellin' these n*ggas that they ain't got
Naythin' on a n*gga like me
We squashin' these punk motherf*ckers in '91
'92, '93, and so on
So let the beat float on
While I spray these punk b*tches
With these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to Poppa for supplyin' the dank
Now it's money in the bank
And all y'all n*ggas sh*t stank
Compared to this sh*t
f*ck y'all punk b*tches
The Lunatic