2Pac – When We Ride (Short Demo Version) feat. Outlaw Immortalz

When We Ride (Short Demo Version) feat. Outlaw Immortalz (Hussein Fatal, Kastro, Napoleon)

Written by T. Shakur, DJ Pooh
Date: October 27, 1995 at Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Released: All Eyez On Me (February 13, 1996)
Producer: DJ Pooh
Engineer: Rick Clifford
Assistant Engineer: Alvin McGill

See also: 2Pac – “When We Ride” (All Eyez On Me Version)

2Pac – When We Ride (Demo Version) feat. Outlaw Immortalz

Lyrics:

[Outlaw Immortalz]
Bow down to somethin greater than yourself trick
Individuals capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and eye swolls
They know
You watchin but you ain’t seein what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach
each nigga on every street
May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud
of what transpired since the day the seed was planted
The G grew but we knew he’d rise up quick
Smoked out, loc’ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story, what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don’t fuck around and make it true

[Tupac]
Hahahahahaha
My adversaries crumble when we rumble it’s a catastrophe
I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed, he shoulda never fucked around
with a sick-ass nigga like me
They call my name out and niggaz run, best be prepared
for the Outlawz, here we come

[Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it’s a two game table
I’m robbin ya niggaz cradle wit a knife in your navel
Rap-related criminally activated and evil
I wouldn’t wanna be you behind my fuckin Desert Eagle
Till the end, I’m tellin all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo

[Kastro]
I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols
The mission’s simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I’ll be sure to get you
Take cash bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I’ma last yo past all these Glass Joes
and assholes who claim, like they be runnin thangs
I be gunnin those same niggaz runnin late, to their fate

[Napoleon]
My alias is motherfuckin Na-poleon, and I’d rather be
robbin again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin
But the shit ain’t nothin, and I got no time for no bluffin
befo’ a nigga finish with puttin in work I betta end up with somethin
I think these niggaz got the game fucked up
If they don’t believe, that a young nigga like me, would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
Perhaps it’s a must, I’m facin cases, fuck probation
is what I’m screamin when these money hungry cops be chasin

[Chorus: Tupac]

Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why – when we ride!
Thug nigga till we die, no mercy
on these playa hatin bitches, ask me why – when we ride!