Die (Mixed)
2Pac · Other Songs - 2Pac
2PAC
Murderous mindstate
Can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this hennessey
Waitin' for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down... recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin' off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin'
My mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin'
Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink 'til you pass out!
Ain't scared to die
Drunk drivin' in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto... is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin'...
Look out young nigga!
'Cause it's time to dump
I'm versitile mothafuckas
What type of rhyme we want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life
Tell me!...
What's that... West Side like?...
I'm dumpin'
Empty my gun
It's time to run
'Cause here come the cops
I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks
Nigga I'm dumpin'
Empty my clip
Forever bustin'
East Coast nigga rushin'
Mothafucka I'll be dumpin'...
Murderous mindstate
Can't keep my nine straight
Sippin' on this hennessey
Waitin' for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down... recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin' off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin'
My mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin'
Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink 'til you pass out!
Ain't scared to die
Drunk drivin' in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto... is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin'...
Look out young nigga!
'Cause it's time to dump
I'm versitile mothafuckas
What type of rhyme we want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life
Tell me!...
What's that... West Side like?...
I'm dumpin'
Empty my gun
It's time to run
'Cause here come the cops
I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks
Nigga I'm dumpin'
Empty my clip
Forever bustin'
East Coast nigga rushin'
Mothafucka I'll be dumpin'...
Die (Mixed)
Die (Mixed) captures the raw intensity that defined 2Pac's vocal delivery during his most prolific years. As a cornerstone of the East Coast hip-hop scene, the track exemplifies his ability to blend personal struggle with broader social commentary. The recording stands as a testament to his enduring influence on the genre, showcasing the emotional depth that resonated with audiences across generations. While specific album placements for this mix vary across different compilations, the song remains a vital part of his extensive discography. It reflects the urgency and passion characteristic of his work, offering listeners a direct connection to the artistic vision that cemented his legacy in music history.