Tupac X Mask Off mashup (Best one yet)

[Verse 1: 2Pac] They''ll never take me alive, I''m gettin'' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin'' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through high school kickin'' up dust But now I''m labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smokin'' weed helped me take away the pain So I''m hopeless rollin'' down the freeway swervin, don''t worry I''m about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Remember me? I''m your homie that was down to brawl Sippin'' Hennessy, hangin'' with the clowns, and all We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens, we fuckin'' cousins You can throw your middle finger if you feel me, loc A nigga just got paid and we still was broke It took time, but finally the cash was mine All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around, and all I see is snakes and fakes It''s like scavengers, waitin'' to take a hustler''s place And when you stuck, where the fuck is all your friends? They straight busted and can''t be trusted; fuck y''all! They got me mobbin like I''m Loc''ed And ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin'' gloves on I ain''t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me Bust, Never been a stranger to homicide My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys I''m sippin'' Tanqueray and juice and what''s the use ''Cause I''m a hopeless thug Ain''t no love reminiscin'' on how close we was Way back in the day, before they put the crack in the way And hey, how much money can you stack in a day? It''s gettin'' rough, collect calls from my niggas in cuffs I recollect we used to ball, now just living''s enough I stand tall in the winter, summer, spring or fall Thug For Life sprawled all across the wall And all about my dollars make me wanna holla Drop an album, sell a million, give a fuck about tomorrow I know it''s gettin'' crazy after dark, these marks Keep on huffin'' and puffin'', ain''t no fear in my heart What''s goin'' on in the ghetto? Still struggle and strive I still roll with the heater, smokin'' chocolate Thai In ''94, I''ll be goin'' solo Too many problems of my own so I''m rollin'' dolo; fuck all y''all!

2pac,Mask,Off,Remix