a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said the
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
some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's The pen and the needles... [Writing and mumbling upcoming verse] [Verse 2:] I'm back at cha, and I Pac' like
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
take ya daughter out of Air Forces Believe you me homie i know all bout losses I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have ya
I can't be a hip-hop legend, I'll just die in a ski-mask [Fabolous] When a gangsta like me ride It be suede in it, be shades in it Tires that got the
nine Give you drama like 2pac So you gots to gimme glocks for fun Puttin them on the run like ?? Like Michael Jackson Off the wall for ya all I make
school, teacher said he wasn't a fast learner, sometimes I wonder in 20 years I wonder where we gon be, when I say we, I mean my black community, ya digg
us) Like it killed the second son of Adam and Eve Ya palm is white and spreaded fist still black and tightly now Slappin five was cool but rather ya ball ya
the basement I be the riddler that's too familiar get in the middle of ya and then I diddle ya, dick ya down 'til it tickles smack the booty with no pimples caress ya
open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Yeah) (Check it!) KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors [Verse 2: Malice] Throw it on the scale, feed ya
to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac
(feat. Jadakiss) B-Sieg in this motherf**ker holla at ya boy, yeahhh Beat novacane, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the f**kin job done [Beanie Sigel] Yeah
Way- Itll Be A Waste Of Time To Hate- When The Hatred Takes Its Toll. Cant Stop- Wont Stop Cuz Im Aimin For The Top N Im Gonna Chop Ya If Ya Wanna Be
[Kastro: talking] Hmm, damn, I feel ya Turn, nope, don't nobody care These Outlawz feel y'all (yup) Yeah, don't nobody care Sometime it get like that (
reppin' Outlawz reckage Get ya dough up yall Get ya flow up Pac and Yak live on Dont be surprised if they show up At ya front door with a loaded (ohh
it, 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, they're
soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace With people prayin that I rest in grief Let it be Long as the world is spinnin