Lyrics:
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
things start happening'
Big bad firecrackers"
Well, that night we did about four shows for the boys
And they were livin' it up with a whole lot of noise
bitches to fuck
[2Pac]
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me
repossessed
Can't feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
Planting poison in a nigga mind
Chilling
2Pac
2 Glocks a drink for you and a drink for you that's 2 shots, Chippass
Awww shit they shooting
Wake ya ass up this ain't a movie
This real
li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
Microphone check, one, two (check it)
Microphone check, one, two (check it)
Tricks wanna step to Cube
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
highway
I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, o the lost
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Forever, perfectly together
Tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet
I know I've been a real bad girl
I didn't mean for you to get
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old)
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
else bad about her
She's gone
No, no, no, no, no, don't, don't throw it away
'Cause tonight I might need it
It gets real lonely around here
through my veins
So I'm strong
Ha ha ha
Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these n****s
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa
train fare
Fedos are pedos, the Po don't play fair
2pac shot cops, and caught rape charges
Pimp C, Jay Z VS 4 Queen B
cge ain't nothing but a Memory
to change
And I pray, I pray that someday we will
But you should know you're not alone
But still we gon' fight
Yeah, yeah
I remember 2Pac said it
Speedin' through, two seater coupe
We ain't part of illuminati, we just the realest crew
We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue
You
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
am here to collect
We the big boys and we here to come flex
You fit tap to connect
All eyes on me i dey feel like 2pac
Oga get money make you forget
a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin
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