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ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris?
Why
.O.R.E.
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
punch niggaz with glasses
Back in my third grade classes, squeezin' asses
My niggaz is never over, understand
I'm a 2Pac fan, this is the realest shit I
.O.R.E.
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris?
Why
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper 
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K.,
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
.O.R.E.
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
.O.R.E.
She said, she got a man but he ain't worried
But baby, I'm a have to Rob him like Horry

She said, she love B.I.G. and she like 2Pac
And when I said
head
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead

Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me 
For all the dirt a n**** did,
the side of you're neck bleedin to death 
Needin a paramedic to reconnect n piecen you back together 
I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it
"Want to see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn
n****s in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, n****s better slow down
'Cause
****

Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era
A n****'s too real, now see s*** too clear
See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N
Weezy
What up pop, what up pop.
F*** what they heard 
it's what they need to know n****
(They saying C.A.R.T.E.R. yep!)
Ya feel me, hey n**** we
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] 
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game 
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 
4x 
I'm
off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me w-e-e crooked letter "Y" I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any n**** dime like she's
Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me... listen here 

[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless 
It make a n**** lose focus 
Empty beer
poppin' in another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull