Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Deadly Combination’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yes indeed it’s the mix king Ron G
I got somethin the world ain’t ready for
New York City L.A. Chicago Atlanta
D.C. Detroit New Orleans, y’all know the deal
Hahahahahaha! Yeah nigga!
Yeah, that’s right, BAYY-BAYY!
That’s how we do it
Follow me tell me if you feel me
I think niggaz is tryin to kill me
Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me
Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm, and f*ck the world til I’m gone
Bitches be warned – word is bonb, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave picture me
I’m spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This +Thug Life+ nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
F*ck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’
with fo’-fo’s, hahahahaha, yeah nigga!
I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G.
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter
with more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH
cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah yeah Big L Harlem’s finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha, that’s how we do it out here
on this underground real shit nigga, it’s the heat nigga
Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can’t help it
Deadly combination bwoy!