V, Yunq Gee's are Versace Married to the mob, but im a bachelor baby Love is in the air, I put on a Gas Mask I rather be there first, than the ass glass
Versace Married to the mob, but im a bachelor baby Love is in the air, I put on a Gas Mask I rather be head first, than the ass last I'm a Gorilla, call
ill make ya high jump like this if u know wot its like then turn the music up PUMP THAT BASS like this (verse 2) PUMP THAT BASS jump in the shower ill be
be a little more sure When I can give you more when you unsure But baby until then I gotta leave ya It's not that I don't need ya but see ya And I hope
hold em Cause ain't no tellin what ya might roll You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to kill
I'm rockin the spot, so now they jock Dump em and get dropped 2Pac ain't tryin to hear it, Ox Screamin at your box I'm swearin at ya not so uh Static
in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch 'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch You'll get
) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my
But down south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin But stories we ain't buyin Chorus: repeat 2x Who (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be next To take that
trip I'd rather be Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. that's why its... Chorus x2 Verse 2 (master p) Picture me rollin, rest in peace pac I'm ridin
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh Beat novacane, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done [Beanie Sigel] Yeah.. When I cop it's 4
be the riddler that's too familiar Get in the middle of ya an' then I diddle ya Dick ya down 'til it tickles, smack the booty with no pimples caress ya back then rub ya
wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez
ya piss in ya sweats you know me michell and Ness Smithin and Wess Pistol and vest I take ya life with a sound i got the whistle of death ya boy flow
, but Im playing tag again, destined to be big greatest ever player, Im in this game to fucking win School skipped gym, i rather get gems, dead faces
enough for spendin' And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down My game plans to be
fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh) The reason why them baller boys cop them onions That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side You could either
message across ya You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was actors and flossa For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya