No Part Of Dis lyrics

by

Faith Evans


[Intro: 2Pac]
What what what what what what?
Flavor Unit in the mothaf*ckin' house
2Pac ready to set this out
For the n*ggas that thought I fell off
This especially goes out to my mothaf*ckin' homie AG

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Everybody's wondering if I fell just to get a couple of sales
Well, I still be (Hot as hell)
Now I'm back to rip this track like I'm dyslexic
n*ggas staying vexed and hextin' how I sextin'
Now who's next? Prepare to hit a texts figurin' n*gga to beat
Harder than all the heads up in the projects
While you're standin' there wonderin' how I'm rippin' and rockin' the sh*t
Pimpin', poppin' sh*t, 2Pac’ll hit you with some hippity hoppity sh*t
n*ggas get a grip or slip and slit yo' sh*t
I hit you quick for some old sh*t you ain't equipped to kick
2Pac gon' lift, he's ready take control of it
n*ggas don't trip when I'll be gettin' to the solve of it
So think quick or get whiffed or you're sleepin'
These n*ggas don't want no peace, I'm f*ckin' beat 'em
n*ggas don't want no parts of this

[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
Oaktown got it goin' on
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Who sh*t you up? I'm 'bout to get you to get the go now
So quick, you never took no sh*t for me, I kid a no man, n*gga
Cold as the snowman, flowin'
So n*ggas know that blow for blowin'
I'll never slow, exam my flowin', I'll do shows from hoein'
So here we go and, I did the show, now give me dough and
Act like you knowin', I run this sh*t like Jesse Owens
Overthrowin', still throw elbow
Play a heroic, I slow ya like you're f*ckin' growin'
Never underestimate a n*gga that's ready to rip this microphone
To the last that [?] uuh
So time to leave me the f*ck alone
I'm full-grown, so buck in the f*ckin' zone
I'll never look for trouble, but you startin' sh*t
n*gga get mad as f*ck, the suckas get no parts of it
n*ggas don't get no parts of this

[Shock G & 2Pac]
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
2Pac go ahead rock, b*tches
(Yeah! There is no part of this)
(Check this out)
(2Pac go ahead rock)
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
If I had a bigger di*k or a dime for every time
Motherf*ckas took a bit of the line from in my rhyme
I'll be richer than a b*tch with a trick with big pockets
Equipped with the di*k that's so thick, it fits sockets
Please don't misinterpret what I say to be dirty
Mothaf*ckas wanna j*rk me, so they ugly how they work me, huh
A f*ckin' freestyle frenzy for the funky, pop a token
Let me pomp it, kickin' the sh*t just like a donkey
So stay off of me, you killin' me softly
Mister Softie sweatin' that you lost me or toss me
I wish these n*ggas were smellin' coffee
Or better yet they smell the [?], no thank ya
I rather smoke the dank if my art start sinkin' like an oil tanker
I'm rippin' it quick and n*ggas know you're not that start this sh*t
I tear it apart when I rock sh*t
n*ggas don't get no piece of this
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