2Pac - 211 to 187 lyrics

[Intro: Tony Montana]
You think you can take me? You'll need a f*ckin' army!

[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]
211, 187
Hit em with the duct tape
Hit em with the black trey
Now we get their f*ckin safe (x3)
Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Tell me, how many real motherf*ckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherf*ckers kill me
I'm out the gutter, pick a hero
I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion zero
Cause I could give a f*ck about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a f*ck
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
n*ggas know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no sh*t but n*ggas trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, n*ggas get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]
211, 187
Hit em with the duct tape
Hit em with the black trey
Now we get their f*ckin safe (x3)
Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
These motherf*ckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b*tches
Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me
pus*y ass b*tches better bury me
Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood, how the f*ck they gon catch a crook? Haha
I got away cause I'm clever
Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together
I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies
At the coppers that persue me, b*tch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf*cker
Open fire on you bustas
)B-b-b*tch!
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf*cker
Open fire on you bustas!)
[Hook: DJ Chop as 2Pac]
211, 187
Hit em with the duct tape
Hit em with the black trey
Now we get their f*ckin safe (x3)
Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my f*ckin bills, so I'm transportin weight
Change my plates, pick up my n*gga, and now we rollin
Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe
Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear
Enough dope to last a year
They got me running from the police, nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road
But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh*t!
Them b*tches right behind me!
They take a shot and hit my f*ckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucker!
(They take a shot and hit my f*ckin tires
Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucker!)

[Hook x2: DJ Chop as 2Pac]
211, 187
Hit em with the duct tape
Hit em with the black trey
Now we get their f*ckin safe (x3)
Don't make me turn this 211 to a 187 (x2)