Lyrics:
[Chorus: x2]
(What about us?) What about my niggas still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us
crossed up homie, you'll die in
A couple of dollars get you knocked off
They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto wars
A lil' homie ain't had
you know baby
We're all alone now, I need something to sing about
Rock and roll honey, don't you know baby
We're all alone now, give me something
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
live to be two hundred and five
Going back to Saturn where the people smile
Don't need cars, 'cause we've learned to fly
On Saturn
Just to live to us
and BBC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over there's an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that
Bodhisattva sings
When you cry, cry, cry, baby
When you cry, cry, cry
When you cry, cry, cry, baby
I'll be by your side
Don't want us to hurt each
on
You've got to keep your head right
That's what Pac used to tell us (My homeboys)
You've got to think towards the future
That's what Pac used to tell us
You
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit I am
The piece of the puzzle
Thats probably missing
And I guess im here for that job
So all the swagger jackers need
Let's give it a go.
With Hollywood stars,
And more one liner cameos.
We're doing a sequel!
I don't mean to be a stickler,
But this is the seventh
Naughty By Nature 2Pac and BIG shit
I am the piece of the puzzle that's probably missing
And I guess im here for that jive
So all the swagger jackers need
what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin' up to the devil steppin' down a level
It's who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
They want your mind and your body
But they don't understand
And don't care much about it
Gotta work for your country
Society's built on concrete
shot, ayy, two shots
Wrap his head, he in the whip, and traffic dead, 2Pac (Ayy, 2Pac)
Shit ain't funny no more like the Boondocks (Shit ain't funny)
I'm
Don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girlfriends
Some people just don't get it
But I won't let it upset me, 'cause they don't
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel!
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
[verse one]
2-Pac
If I could recelect
her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She
getting insurance, tryna do me like 2Pac
Ooh, it hurt my soul
Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends
They
Wind with your splendor
Take my people by the hand
Spread your glory Sunshine
Unify Mother Africa yeah
Unify my precious land
Unify us, don't divide us
for what?
I'm not your guy
(But you know, they're gonna do it anyway)
Wife behind the trees
Tryna to tell you don't
They're about to fire
(They're gonna
with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (ayy, ayy)
Operated while they waited, will they
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
similes
Serve like a waitress and you
Don't want seconds courtesy
Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
Now let's do, lunch
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