Lyrics:
and some change
I'ma keep throwing change 'til it change
So make it make sense
Niggas ain't never seeing this
Niggas ain't never seen who?
Baby getting loose
by the riverside, a-floating high and blue)
(Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With
to this never ending saga
Fascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papa
Taking mo' gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dolla
On the verge
a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than
before
Airport bar
Airport bar
Everyone’s got somewhere else they need to be
Staring at the ETD
This bar’s alright by me
Big board says that I’ve got
Hoo
Streets know who's the truth (Facts)
We're not cut from the same cloth
Forgot what your name was, who are you?
Isn't that ironic?
Big Pakachino,
circus came cyclin' by.
So I sprouted some stained-glass wings,
So I could fly to Vegas. (Sha.)
The guy I'm diggin' shows up with a rose,
Got down
"Fake big willies" get cuts of small bills
Insisting you players but won't get on the field
We can take this back to 89
I'll play my part like half
sleep you'll get got
Our sound is hot cause we're true to hip hop
It's the little big man y'all little niggas just relax
I'm coming like
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
and big screen
In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green
In walked the woman that was see's fiancee
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her
up and take me home
Or just join me on the ground
And we could have some kids
If we're lucky they'll be gay
And we could be proud parents
In
I pulled out of the suburbs by sunset.
Rain was falling, it looked like it would for a while.
I had a radio, six-pack and some cigarettes.
The radio
and they don't open up their eyes
If you make up a lie and sell it big enough
Some people will buy 'cause they are stupid enough
We gotta stop this hate
the track I rock it
Pull your arm outta socket, reachin' for the cockpit
Rock shit, roll shit, control shit
Hold shit down 'til we slow on some old shit
"Give us a break.
We know you want to see him,
But let's not give him the feeling, uh
That all we are is curiosity seekers.
If you could fall
My jury is my gun at my side
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
The realness
Some try
lepers we march to the chimes of Big Ben.
Exiled and rejected by powers elected
Our cries from the gutter don't reach number ten.
Give us this day our
by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in
I'm lookin' for the big ticket
10 minutes from losin' it, 1 day from lock up
The way I'm livin' sooner or later I'm gone be boxed up
Nobody
a reason
And every allegiance was inspired by
Some type of a treason
You can keep your secrets, nobody needs 'em
Convinced everything'll get better after
You
brothers
Knowin' they're all sisters, seein' the big picture
If they're not with you, then they're against
And were here now when they are way back when
Heard you got detention three times this week
Playing with the bad kids down by the creek
When I was your age, oh I did the same
I'll save you
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