2Pac ft. Ice Cube - Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It (ft. Eminem, Eazy E, Biggie, Snoop Dogg) lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube & 2Pac]
It's R-A-W, R-A-W
Will I survive? Will I die?

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' love tryna sound like us
n*gga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these b*tch-made n*ggas, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke n*gga
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n*ggas
I love my females strappеd, then f*ck her from the back
I gеt my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these n*ggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, n*gga tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead, n*gga

[Hook 1: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin'
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I'm raw as a dirty needle
Choke an eagle, just to feed all my people
Lyrically I'm so lethal
Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you
Ice Cube is a saga
Y'all spit saliva, and I spit lava
I got the fearless flow
Don't get near this, ho, if you scared to go
I keep it gangsta, and why should I change that?
f*ck you old mothaf*ckas tryin' to change rap (Say what? Say what?)
But ain't you the same cat
That sat back when they brought cocaine back? (Say what? Say what?)
I'm tryin' to get me a Maybach
How you mothaf*ckas gonna tell me "don't say that"?
You the ones that we learned it from
I heard n*gga back in 1971

[Hook 2: Ice Cube]
I can say what I want to say
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a n*gga
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Click click boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear 'em holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this b*tch
Let me hear you holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this b*tch
Let me hear you holla "Runyon Ave!" in this b*tch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky?
I'ma dial 911 like a motherf*ckin' punk
f*ck that, Blood Blood, I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit
Trick Trick, quick, come pick me up
Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front
There's some chump up in this b*tch
Poppin' some junk ‘cause he's drunk
And we may have to f*ck his ass up
‘Cause uh, somethin' smells a lil' fishy
And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me
So homie, come get me
Wonder Boys, what up though, I see you
Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you
Detroit, motherf*ckers, till we die

[Hook 3: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin'
[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Now everything's good in my hood, and it's on and poppin'
Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E from east side south Compton
Straight givin' up the real
On how a n*gga feel talk that sh*t, mothaf*ckers' caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin' high than a motherf*cker, n*ggas know what's up
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
n*gga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that motherf*cker then
So when I die, n*ggas bury me
Make sure my sh*t reads Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E
And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read
'He put Compton on that map'
And that's how a n*gga feel
When I'm givin' up the motherf*ckin' real

[Refrain: 2Pac & Eazy-E]
Ballin' in the fast lane
The motherf*ckin' real (Real)
(Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop)
Hustle 'til the mornin'
The motherf*ckin' real (Real)
(Buckin' these n*ggas til they drop)
Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' love tryna sound like us
Ballin' in the fast lane
n*gga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these b*tch-made n*ggas, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!

[Verse 5: MC Ren]
Well, it be the real n*ggas back with that hard street sh*t
b*tch n*ggas be p*ssin' a fit but I say f*ck 'em, when I buck 'em
It's that n*gga with the cool and mellow sh*t for your ass (Hmm)
Takin' n*ggas back through the past
All up on my nuts sh*t be swingin' like a fist (Yeah)
Can't even take a p*ss, if I did n*ggas would cut they wrist
In a motherf*ckin' candy 4, beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the b*tch who was all in my sh*t
It's that n*gga Ren back for the '9-5
They say real n*ggas was dead but this n*gga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down with that n*gga E (Uh-huh)
For all of my n*ggas in the C-P-T (Yeah)
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Making b*tch made n*ggas bite their lip, when we dip
So tell me how the f*ck do it feel
To get hit with the motherf*ckin' real (Real)

[Hook 4: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin', n*ggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
Still ballin'

[Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a f*ckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f*ckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The n*gga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
n*gga, I'm too fat, I f*ck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't faze me
When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make

[Pre-Hook: 2Pac]
Did I cry? Hell nah, n*gga tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead, n*gga
Still ballin'

[Hook 5: Ice Cube]
I can say what I want to say
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a n*gga
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Slangin' my- bangin' my- swangin' my Coupe de Ville
Scoop DeVille
Like that, right back, top of the hill
Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband
Swimmin' under water like I'm Aquaman
I used to drink gin, now it's vodka, man
Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand'
I'll pop yo band, don't try and stop the plan
I'll rock your land, step back and pop yo man
Spaced out, caked out, no bug-a-boo
Flipped out, Cripped out, n*gga, what it really do?
Time brings change, so I changed my name
Tryna take flight while they clippin' my wings
Groupie ass n*ggas, see you tripping again
With nothing to gain, plop plop, pop and I bang

[Hook 6: Ice Cube]
If I sell a little crack
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I die in Iraq
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I take you for granted
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I f*ck up the planet
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it

[Outro: 2Pac]
Yeah, motherf*cka how you wanna play this sh*t?
We can go toe to toe, Glock for Glock, block for block
Homie to muthaf*ckin' homie
But you muthaf*ckas gonna feel this n*gga this time
'Cause we ain't comin' back with that old bullsh*t
There's too many muthaf*ckin' dead n*ggas for me to be takin' this here bullsh*t
That's why there's muthaf*ckas in the pen' now, n*gga
So pull or quit that bullsh*t, 'cause I don't wanna hear that muthaf*ckin' crap
Comin' real again n*gga, thought I told you muthaf*ckas, I thought you knew
It's the muthaf*ckin' real sh*t, muthaf*cka
Hundred percent authentic
Type of sh*t you f*ckin' get chronic'd out to, you know what I'm sayin'?
So do me one of them muthaf*ckin' favors, and light another f*ckin' blunt
You know what I'm sayin'? A blunt muthaf*cka
Philly style, you know what I'm sayin'? Chronic n*gga!
I'm talkin' 'bout laid out, played out, phat f*ckin' funk
Yeah, this that type sh*t we kickin' in the 9 tre muthaf*cka
So all you muthaf*ckin' big ballin' ass gangstas
You put your muthaf*ckin' hand on yo' gat
And if the police roll up and say turn it down, you burn it down muthaf*cka
'Cause we comin' real again, 19 n*gga 3, boy real again
We grabbin' steel again, 'cause we comin' real again
We turn the 90's to the 60's muthaf*cka
That's how we rollin'