2Pac – U Don't Have 2 Worry (feat. Outlawz) Lyrics

U Don't Have 2 Worry

2Pac (feat. Outlawz)

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"U Don't Have 2 Worry." - 2Pac (feat. Outlawz)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 06:59 am

Album: Until the End of Time

Track No: 05

Yo, c'mon, man, what you mean you don't wanna ride with me, ****?
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car, man
Yo, why you trippin', man? Get in the fuckin' car, man
Get in the fuckin' car, get in the car
You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
**** are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one clique, they Outlaws on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Repetitive blows are thrown to my foes, no love shown
Get disposed of, blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my comp
Gettin' wicked with my ski mask, find the stash and dump
While **** run, I'm the last one standin', the rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside
Though it's worldwide, no one can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
**** die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters
**** tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters
Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash
Pass the fame and let the game go rollin' past
Why you change? It's a cold world taught me life
Retaliation proves **** never caught me right
Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck
Quit bullshit, ****, 'cause I'm still fuckin' your bitch
**** got me twisted in a bad way, why you change?
Fuck with me, all this shit pay
****, fuck the fame
Y'all remember "Hit 'Em Up", don't make us do it once more
Yo **** know, you ain't fuckin' with them OutLawz
We keep soldiers, soldiers from Compton to Brooklyn
You the type to get sniped when the cops is lookin'
Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you don' crossed the game
Lost in fame, and you should take all the blame
You made your bed, ****, lay in it
You scared to come up out that cell, ****, stay in it
It's not a game, only got one click
We Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin' streets of Jersey
We sweep **** with the words, though the heats preferred, holla
You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
**** are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one clique, we Outlaws on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know
Pac, I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car with ya
I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God, ****
I only got one clique, Outlawz till I'm gone
Heavy in the game and we comin' for they fuckin' throne
The love is gone, Well, it is what it is
And plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mane
You don't have to worry 'cause I ride for ya
Like K said, over loyal, we even tell 'bout a lie for ya
You put me in the game and, dawg, I owe it all to ya
And when it get to poppin' I'ma fuckin' ball for ya
And everythin' I do gonna have your names on it
I'll never 'em forget I put my seeds on it
You gon' die before your time, come face the truth
In the middle of the desert, ****, lave your boots
As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest
You studio **** still remind your vest
Why the fuck you ain't done yet? Swallow your teeth
In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat
Fuck a Glock 9, that shit is weak on the streets
And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat
If your life in another **** hand, you dead
And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it
Another fake **** usin' my strengths to get credit
I mean, you might face sound scared, but your heartbeat said it
You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
**** are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one clique, they Outlaws on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes
Let the punks know
I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty
But now I'm a rider, connivin', gutsy
And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me
And that's how I'ma go a bout it till somebody bust me
I play for keeps, like the OG's raised me
If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby?
And I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thinner
I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember
I git bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me
I love the Lord, but the church can't cure me
I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window
With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow
And that's the way it's gonna be till they bury me
But don't twist it, 'cause none of y'all **** worry me
What the fuck, you didn't know?
Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow
You nervous nelly assed **** belly up in the river, no dizza
My **** couldn't fade me with some clippers
You put it down, look all around, till we find you a hound
Penitentiary bound, to remind you
Kadafi, I bring the lingo to the clique
Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle
On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click
Ka-pling, ka-plow,I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child
You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now
**** are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only got one clique, they Outlaws on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let the punks know
Let the punks know
Let the punks know
Let the punks know

Writer(s): Quincy Jones, Napoleon, 2Pac, E.D.I, Yafeu Fula, Donna Hunter & Kastro.

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