Correction Lyrics Most Wanted by Tupac Thug Theory

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They hit your ass up like motherf**ker, where you from cuh?

What they call you where you from, n***a?
What they call you where you from, n***a?
What they call you where you from, n***a?
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, n***a

My n***as crooked, though it seems
My every single, thought is caught up, in collectin’ cream
A made n***a, Picture me dyin’ in the blaze, or gunfire
Will not retire ’til I’m paid, turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by, b*t*hes blow me kisses
n***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 1-2-5 and do or die
Rollin’ with n***as from Long Beach, to Long I
I hardly smile, cause my heart froze
Once I, commence my show, I rip apart foes
Now I, got one nation its a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullsh*t let’s get back to money makin’
Tell ’em bustas that I rolled on, controllin’ our house
My sh*t’s so wicked when I flip, n***as closin’ they mouth
Them Cocoa brovaz, Buckshot the BDI thug
Greg Nice, LS, Asu, so show a n***a love, Outlaw

What they call you where you from, n***a?
In my city, that was question number 1, n***a
Looking at the legend I become, n***a
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, n***a
What they call you where you from, n***a?
What they call you where you from, n***a?
What they call you where you from, n***a?
I can't help but feeling like I am the one, n***a

A n***a had the nerve to walk up on me ask me where I'm from
I told him I ain't bang, didn't listen so I gave you one
Not the cididy one, n***a try to hit him up
Now you only get him up, set it up and wet it up
Nub from the hood, checking n***as on the daily
Started off BG, OG, baby
Real life homie, two heaters in my seat
Had to check a n***a at the Compton Swap Meet
Where you from? I don't bang
Where you live? Where you hang?
Say the wrong thing, get banged
Lights out, kites out to the homies in the pen
Crip'ing in the city, we ain't lettin' the cuz in
A lot of n***as camouflage, try to blend in to fit in
Get a hood rat so they sit in
But if she got a brother, a daddy, or a cousin
They hit your ass up like motherf**ker, where you from cuh?

Felt entitled to this fly sh*t
Felt like every bad b*t*h should be on my d**k
Felt like n***as lying to us on some fraud sh*t
f**k it, that's just how the ball bounce on some boss sh*t
Right here with all my brothers, on some squad sh*t
All money, one nation under God sh*t
Neighbourhood, Nipsey Hussle, on some boss sh*t
AKA n***a born broke, gotta die rich

Yeah
Hennessy make plenty enemies
You feel me?
Throw you’ girls up
Haha

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