Lyrics:
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac
dead body go do better album
I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una
the government can't stand us
Running from the police
Let me proceed
A letter to the pen
Respect to my OGs
I keep saying
Fuck the music in my radio
2pac
Can't let you get away from me (let you get away)
So no, don't wanna be free (no)
I put in too much time
You ain't going nowhere, boy you are
movin', ah he ain't goin' nowhere
There's so much to learn from what your boyfriend says
Take advantage when he thinks you're not listening
And ? In tune
on standby like the Proud Boys
You take orders from a bigot one with a loud voice
I'm more like GS warriors in 16 whats that mean huh?
I'm just not affected by
boy I hold it down
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I
was just a boy
With nowhere to go
With no scars on his soul
I know
Now summer went by
We screamed and we cried
It's falling, the sound is now gone
come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch
[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
to go
Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
the matter
Do what I gotta do
All for the matter
Pour me the water
No be any kind water
Make you pour me Holy water
Wash me clean like
The boy from the gutter
The Thunderdome" shit
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
Devilish
Alchemist
Marci
There boy, Marc' baby
Yeah this shit feelin' like the Reaper
tomorrow
How can I display what I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed to such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who
pick the right string
Then your heart will take wing
And there's nowhere to go but up
Now I feel like that boy
With a shiny new toy
And there's
up from the fall and it turned out I was right here
All along nigga
I ain't going nowhere
Nowhere
You treat me like a stranger
It's not fair
I offered
head down
Scared to look god bless my soul
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't
tomorrow
How can I display what I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed to such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who
It was the year of the metal rat
An ill wind from the east was in the air
I couldn't make no plans at all
I couldn't go nowhere
We're rats locked in
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
Bad Boy
D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,
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