Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday I don't live like you, I
I love you, baby, come on I love you baby, I love you, baby You drive me crazy, I love you, baby I'll never betray thee, I love you, baby I love you
drug In God's Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God's Country, yeah, yeah Set me alight We'll punch a hole right through the night Everyday the dreamers
nigga, and I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, fuck. Let T know I miss him much
I sit in my basement like it's a crack house bored Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid The courts, ah bowl ah, crooks 'Cause bitches
blessed, I'll be blasting enemies testin'. Watch out for my friends. (Wish): Bet I got my friends, bet I got mine, bet I got mine, yeah We straight
when I'm in a bind and all the way to depend on, I don't need to know, then I (fret), deep (in the sin/and I sin) when the ship's away. So win again
don't play wit me game that be remainin' mine and little man ran To disaster, wish I asked him And I popped up and capped him And Eazy is where we began But I
scene when I feel like flashin'/ Check the record, I went way past platinum/ My occupation, I'm smashin' takin' anything I want cause I got the bacon/ I
amazin) Im alive, I got by with my life! [Layzie Bone] Everytime I look around it seem like Im in trouble, pressured by the devil. Lord I love You and I
my pocket Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed I remember hustlin' Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us Now I
past quarter to three I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my h***** right here with me I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em I been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now I
, throwin' bottles Runnin' and I ain?t lookin' back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this (I?ll get you back) I love you baby, no
raps to the beat You got have a lot of game to spit that rap I wanna put a little game to her just like that Too $hort I thought you knew You can't count
I'm Tupac Shakur 'cause everyday we high as hell dope is what we try an sell nickle and dimes for buyin yayo til I got lines of clientele load up
