Fresh Cali Air lyrics

[Verse 1: 2pac]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my n*ggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a Mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up
A straight soldier, bucking at the busters
No matter how you try, n*ggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherf*cker, living like I - wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherf*cker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me n*gga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me n*gga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherf*cker, that you ever saw