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Runnin on E

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

of funny to me
They know they was f***in" with me but they dumb to see

Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks

Runnin on E

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

of funny to me
They know they was fuckin" with me but they dumb to see

Open up fire watchin' me spy when my shells split em
Plus all them tricks

Working on mils gon need me like five
All day been working we gon need a bigger prize
Made it with friends so I split it with the guys
Run it up run it up

fire that it makes marriages extinguish
Just know you can't judge a woman by her clouded vision
Couple of mistakes and unwise decisions
Just the right

of love
In the ghetto of love
Feel so low in the ghetto
I feel so torn in the ghetto
I feel so low
In the ghetto 

We were ravages in the night
Working up

See me cook in the kitchen
Like Bon appetite ​
Rum in my sippy cup
Like I'm not lit enough ​
Nintendo switch it up
Played on the wii​
​
They say I'm

Till the End

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

fools I paid my dues
I do anything to be cool
It's funny how time flies
In the blink of an eye,
Ya see years of ya life go passin' by
As I try

Aye, Let's go
I'ma young CEO
All the little hoes love to see me go
And all these niggas wanna see me down, but I came up from the ground like my

smarter but they're clouded by the dummies
They say they have a appetite, but barely get the munchies
I'll showed them how my rapping's like, I'm still

the light
Cut smoke from left to right
Stomach bubbling up his appetite
Grindhouse, time to serve them up
Ribeyes if you notice me
You on the floor dripping

was reality
Detached working all day breaking his back
Brainwashed by what he thought were facts
All the staff would point the fingers laugh and tell

or 3, tryna stop by 5
Thought that I'd, control my appetite, make it my new hobby
Discipline, I wonder what it's like, and can it heal my body
Money

Uh, turn my mics up and dim the lights right
This the type of shit make you open up the Henny pint
See, I'm the type to make you drink the other half

ain't tryna split it
Time to get it
I'm on the waaaaaaaaaaay up
Naw, I never did believe in limits
I'mma give it all that I can give it
Time to get it
I'm

maybe I won't if you come up with triple the funds
Dollars over everything with me I done brung everything with me
I been working hard as fuck so it's

move
Turn your night to day
Don't I change your mood
Feed your appetite
Up until its full
Only thing you give back
Is attitude
But I ain't mad at you

times.
I whet my appetite for rappers by slashin’ guys 
before they have a chance to fight or actualize their last goodbyes. 
Hold a candlelight vigil for

Serpents sing but to you you hear their hisses your toxic as fuck and
Now your coughing up your sickness there you go
Once again getting pissed off

Keep on keep on
Living through the telephone
Months have gone by
Always losing appetite
Days blending weeks into numbers on a sheet
No hope no care

some things
Got a yacht appetite
Couldn't put a boat on the lake
Sewed up your fate
So many blueprints
Rather show you the way
Taxes taking away
From

spell
but longer than the monkey would have liked
We then shared a sausage fest
Before the clambake
Followed by a bottle of Neutron 1945
Devine!
1 up

like Jordan in air
All the despair that once felt like getting mauled by a Bear
Disappeared, yea it went clear, sorted prepared
My way up straight

Vers.
I'm a rebel, a writer, a poet and a fighter
Ride for me and my niggas, for them I give me life up.
A son, a brother, a nephew and a cousin
I

Won by the boards?
You´re always gonna have organized crime, always!
As long as the human being has certain appetite
For gambling, pornography