* You better hide nigga *censored* is near And you know just as well I do You ain't no killer So kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might
time for me? Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you Don't you trust me? Not that I don't trust you
level I'ma light this motherfucker up Now it's on you, you better try to lose your shit 'cause if you don't, trust me I got you trick You better try
won't leave until the night And we will be forever more (Keisha) No one else can do, what you do for me Take me away from the pain, I feel inside And
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you So don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, and pimp smack you up Ya gotta learn
at chill parties Me and you No true a two While scheming on hits And gettin tricks Ahat maybe we can slide into but now you burried Rest nigga Cause I ain't
[Intro] 2Pac: It's just me agains't the world FlipBoy: It's me agaisn't the world with 2Pac: Nothing to lose, it's just me agains't the world baby FlipBoy
Lorena Bobbitt Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee Bitch Don't ice me, you starin
Wallace hair Hate the niggaz that ain't spitters blow up off market favors (you!) So from now on I'm startin terror Aiyyo God, here I come, tell 2Pac
year and I still can't let go" Look at you Drinkin got you where you don't even give respect to your partners Pour out some liquor nigga! It ain't like
don't stop, till the feds come and get me And we won't stop, we don't stop We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me And I don't stop, till you
You know stay on your square, handle the biz Be the man you say you is I always been that nigga I said I was You get booked don't budge look at the judge
me that's got her arguin' with her friends About who gone? Gimme when they see me Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man" Thirteen, game locked, don't
hood Don't forget, he who plays hero gets hit Don't let the 9 mill riddle your wits smarty pants I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here
2X] Trife thieves we can't be trusted step into my clique the wrong way and get your motherfucking dome busted We got cement shoes for all you damn
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
me why you hate the game? [The Game Verse 3] Check it, Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, I even pas the dutchie to them niggas that don't
an eye for me, ride for me Make 'em sorry and recognize who'll die for me It ain't over till you breathin' in me As a blblast for the dreams [Chorus "