Lyrics:
'em throw two
Can't fuck a opp thot
Doors on the gun and it's where all the shots lock
D's on alert LV where 2Pac got shot
Made a story you ain't have
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
my nigga seeing 6 figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private Jets what this nigga's worth
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac
down like this
Number one you got to be real
Don't lie to me bout monogamy
See hone get out of my grill
Love me if I'm locked up or out on appeal
cut a man clear to the bone
I guess it's time I got up and took myself back home
Mary, it's Christmas, and I just had to stop by
To spend a little
I wish that I had the power to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if there's a heaven up there for real Gs
For all the niggas in the game that
me while I'm sleepin, two to the head
While I'm in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin suspicious
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
around the way from me
This ghetto queen got up with a king
Keep it clean and in essence
[Chorus: x2]
[Kilo]
Where the players live
Have to deal
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
on some gold ones
Smokin' dank and it's potent
Ask them fools, 'cause they know
It's money in the ghetto
Hey, hey, hey
What'cha got to say?
(There's
through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You
And if you wonder why I'm
Mad check the record
What's a nigga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes
she tends to smokin' out the window
In the air that gas pipe leak
I wonder if she's cringin' at the same time
Thinking pretty thoughts of me
I was
called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
again
Oh on love again
Love again
I wonder
Why has it taken so long
I wonder
If you know where you belong
Your face up in the sky
Where angels fly
In
you've got the answer
Then I don't want to know
If you've got the answer
Just keep it your own
I wonder why our world is ablaze
Sometimes I speak aloud
place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz
relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow,
If money is your God who's your devil?
If everybody die what make's you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it's crowded
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
bitches
When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself with Del, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake ass
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
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