me Me nigga Tupac always look good You know that's true I'm look good every time Ooh, pussy war? Step up, game's been good to me Can yi know I'm servin' up
to kill, dressed to kill, dressed) Telephone girlfriend {If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again} {If you need help, hang up and then
For every penny that you thought of makin' These streets is fuckin' vicious Can't make the wrong decisions They have you shot up And shot up, caught up
they don't want to turn They speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough All that talkin' I feed off of, keep it up I'm relaxin' my feet is up, I'm leavin
Yeah, word up Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'
is Mommy sayin' ask your Daddy says ask your Mom Well I Hang up the phone, said I'll be right there Then I Pull up front to find that we ain't going
s all just push and pull The front might be the rear My poison pet And you can't be sure which side you get Come on, Then make the decision It's a love
death was my resurrection 'Cause now I hear him sayin' from heaven, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up They
my inside grows Down like dirt, man, we dusted, get up Down like dirt, man, we dusted, get up Down like dirt, man, we dusted, get up (Down like crumb
head up to the sky 'Cuz I?m stuck in this life until I die Lord, stop me from being crucified as soon as I I?m tryna keep my head up to the sky 'Cuz
By lust and greed Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed, I came with the drank So here's five on the weed See kids don't belong Up in grown folks
decisions for the bulk of us Without consulting any of us Sales and distributions of our futures If this world were fair and right They'd give up the
children Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly Up
S ALL FUCKED UP (Jise) You gotta know the right artilery (both) AND I DON'T WANNA BE AN EMCEE THE DEFINITION'S ALL FUCKED UP (Helixx) Too many rumours
up underware goin' out with teddy was better than expected she had a ..... in front of her mind runnin' from herself for the last time little girl who made the wrong decision
'm talkin' about Real loaded, in the flesh An' we know where we aimin' Check me out Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga I'm a quiet murderer, in front
5.0 GT that is. Drop top roof. With the Daytons on the wheels. Got bass in the back. Back to the front. I can hit a switch. Make the trunk lift up.
Turk] Look If they pop you nigga fo sho you goin ride The judge aint playin they givin you 99 They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate Come up with a decision