in unknown graves Let's bring 'em home safe "the f.b.i. continues to look for those responsible For placing six pipe bombs on, chemical tanks In
Bogatar with Columbian nigga's Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin' Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans Donna Karan Tank
full of convicts and D Block militants We'll show you the time of your life, we can occupy my passenger side Introduce you to the street life, watch
smoking weed with my Gordo Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the
' Joey And still I throw rocks at tanks The poor people's champ, go against glocks with shanks Yeah, I walk the middle of the streets with no bodyguards
-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife
side 'cause my posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets
streets By-standers, children and women Are watchin me fall Blood sprayin on the ground Must be bust up As visions of my life begin to gather round Heart
the pee floor bloody towels on sculptures Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin I'm doin' life
stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
, Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed Niggas afraid to see a Gambino nigga get paid so my life be filled
Uhh, uhh, uhh I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin' rank My comrads with tanks with diamonds
a lane So it's back to pistols and cane Plotting on licks hitting stains The mob life runs through my veins It's too late for me to change These streets
right thing though, take shock anyway 6 Months right back on the damn block anyway But look, money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers
Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [4Xs] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'! I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank