Here's a remix of Jealous Got Me Strapped by Tupac! Featuring Notorious B.I.G and Eminem, enjoy!

Lyrics:

[Intro - Tupac:]
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle 

[Chorus:]
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle... Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle... Hennessy
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz they got me on the run


[Notorious B.I.G:]
So you wanna be hardcore 
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps 
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal 
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin 
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some 
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy 
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical 
Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle" 
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me 
Just for niggaz actin shifty 
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker 
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor 
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is 
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates 

[Chorus]

[Tupac:]
Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

[Chorus]

[Eminem:]
Yo I'm two faced, Bugged the *** out like Mr Furley
So when I swing a fist of fury y'all can kiss the jury
scrap back the fuck up we miss the brewery
hurry Im tryin to pick up Cage's sister early
me n greed smoke weed and OD
we're so keyed there's no need to stop the nosebleed
I need a casket, I killed some conceded bastard
and beat his ass with a bat wrapped in a sheet of acid
a pre-disaster
I fuck shit up before it happens, like blowing engines of airplanes with
snoring captains
your styles monotonous like warren job is
I come to the battle and beat you with foreign objects
Im dumber than oklahoma ignoring bomb threats
Im dumber than trying to start a war with 'nam vets
My metaphors are like a set of jaws
I get applause, cos people would rather hear mine instead of yours
still on the run from stabbing a bitch in the side
so Im hitching this ride with the motherfuckin indiginous tribe

[Chorus]

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