2Pac – When We Ride (feat. Outlaw Immortals) Lyrics

When We Ride

2Pac (feat. Outlaw Immortals)

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"When We Ride." - 2Pac (feat. Outlaw Immortals)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 08:22 am

Album: All Eyez On Me

Track No: 05

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, biatch
Picture, if you will
Seven deadly human beings blessed with the gift of speech
The power to reach each **** 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
My adversaries crumble, when we rumble it's a catastrophe
Out for revenge on bitch **** that blasted me
Plus, my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a **** belly
Bust him to see if he bleed
He shoulda never fucked around with a sick-ass **** like me
They call my name out and **** run
Best be prepared for the Outlawz, here we come
They call me Hussein Fatal, it's a two-game table
I'm robbin' ya ****' cradle with 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 **** bleed, I see Mo
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 ****, 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 **** runnin' late to their fate
My alias is motherfuckin' Napoleon, and I'd rather be
Robbin' again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin'
But it still ain't nothin', and I got no time for no bluffin'
Befo' a **** finish with puttin' in work, I better end up with somethin'
I think these **** got the game fucked up
If they don't believe that a young **** like me would bust
Perhaps it's a must, I'm facin' cases, fuck probation
Is what I'm screamin' when these money hungry cops be chasin'
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
It's the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me
Drug warlord, ridin' Concorde jets
Rag Vette's, shakin' bitches and snitches and trippin' on sets
Inglewood's banger, keepin' one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it's time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurkin', fuckin' no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini
They call me EDI, from the side of seedy
Young **** greedy, so I'm runnin' up on these **** easy
It ain't nuttin' 'cause if they wantin' somethin', so I'ma commence
To dumpin' stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin'
Thuggin' to my fuckin' last note, with Lil' 'Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole? Don't ask, though
Outlaw Immortalz doin' this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain't no chance to hide when we ride
My alias Kadafi, Trump tight so feds can't copy
Six-three and cocky, quick to hit your bitch if she jock me
Severely addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon
While beefin' with rookie cops, the cookie rocks a **** sellin'
Since a shorty I been livin' life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin' like a giant, and I ain't lyin'
It's like it's me against myself with all these
Backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin' wealth
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I'm that **** with the fifty-cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
That increase while these motherfuckers eat beef
It's been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the Glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make 'em feel a **** when I'm mashin'
Now, I'm surpassin' any assassin'
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Thug **** till we die
No mercy on these playa hatin' bitches, ask me why when we ride
Outlaw Immortalz, baby
Y'all **** can't fade this ol' crazy shit (They see me, they see us)
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini, Amin, Napoleon, Khomein
What y'all really wanna do?
Like them **** said
"What would you do if you could fuck with me and my crew?"
Thug Life, yeah, ****
Flashin' on ****, Thug Life, right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die, ****, but we multiply, we like legends, ****, like forever
Like, I'll make you famous, motherfucker
I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine
And all that old good shit
My **** make the papers, baby
My **** make the front page
Multiple gunshots, execution style, wild shit, they ain’t knowin', we out

Writer(s): 2Pac, Mark Jordan, T. Himes, Y. Fula & B. Washington.

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