Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
Cornelius Mims
Bass
Greg Dalton
Guitar
Ronnie King
Keyboards
Shiro Stokes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
Songwriter
Johnny J.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny J.
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Greg Edenfield
Assistant Engineer
I. Boxill
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Burns
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Me and my closest RoadDogz
To my ****, Big Mussolini
Big Syke, thug life, baby
The return of the mashers
You know how we do
[Verse 2]
Shit, half the times we flaunt, cause trouble
My closet RoadDogz, it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to '89
Introduced me to this life of crime
But we was blind, little, nappy-haired juveniles
Livin' wild, no smiles on our faces
13, catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery, driven by my own demons
'Cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be safe soon?
Catch me dippin' to the light of the stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get your mind right
Fuck your enemies, ****, grip your nine tight
Tonight's the night, murder, murder, Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the Devil, duck when he shoot at ya
It's so political, runnin' from the future
Escapin' in the fog, live your life like a hog, ****
Me and my closest RoadDogz
[Verse 3]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my RoadDogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second, pick a minute, they all gone
My closest RoadDogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you, my road dog, oh, my?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest RoadDogz lookin' out for all mine
[Verse 4]
Bring your artillery and roll with a ****
They could never take the soul of a MOB soldier ****
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em, Makaveli
Boy, you's a boss player
That's what all the bitches tell me
Even if I died now, I live my life eternally and never lie down
Why cry now?
Fooled a few but never game a gamer, ain't tryna hear it
Evil spirits hide in total strangers, your life's in danger
Prepare, ****, be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
MOB, till I die, when we ride, **** disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds
The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Two hired guns bustin' everyone, yellin, "Everybody die"
Why the fuck they fuck around?
We left 'em in the fog bleedin' like a stuck hog
Me and my closest RoadDogz
[Verse 5]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my RoadDogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second, pick a minute, they all gone
My closet RoadDogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you, my road dog, oh, my?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest RoadDogz lookin' out for all mine
[Verse 6]
Fuck they feelin's, that's what they get for squealin'
That's the pressures of a gangster, dangerous as drug dealin'
See me in physical form, my **** swarm
Take the figure of circle, beatin' jealous **** till they purple
Simon says, take they heads, homie
And send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all their dead homies
Fishin' for fake ****, observe and shake ****
The only was to see six figures is break ****
Me and Mussolini set to ride, we high
Big Bogart got the alibi of homicide, ask us why
Labelled a Capo in the mob, as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, oh, ****
Set to explode, my MO is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don and my closest RoadDogz
[Verse 7]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my RoadDogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second, pick a minute, they all gone
My closest RoadDogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you, my road dog, oh, my?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest RoadDogz lookin' out for all mine
[Verse 8]
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my RoadDogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second, pick a minute, they all gone
My closest RoadDogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you, my road dog, oh, my?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest RoadDogz lookin' out for all mine
Written by: 2Pac, Johnny Jackson, Tyruss Himes