Letras:
Slaughter Do Ya Know

When you're lookin' in the mirror there is no one in sight Do you really know who you are So ya wanna change your life Do you really know who you are

out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high

for ya To turn the corner so he can corner ya, your a goner he's onto ya, . Out the corner of his cornea; he just saw ya run. All ya want is to rest,

your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer Kidnap n*ggaz wanna steal ya Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya for the name, n*ggaz don't know

Let 'em know!) Do you... (Let 'em know!) Do you... (Let 'em know!) Know who you fuckin' with?! Know who you fuckin' with?! Do you... (Let 'em know!) Do

know you aint raw [Verse 1:] F**k The shit you tellin them, I know he aint [?] He aint now competitor, That shit there aint scarin us You bought yourself a slaughter

soul power, will shower ya defenses now you're falling, and crawling Cause your styles are infantile not poetically correct to test I'm laughin at ya,

And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what

it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all soldier ass niggaz I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter