Lyrics:
me cock my shit
Up off the dresser
Made nigga mafia of course my
Niggas gonna test ya
Answers to the questions
Bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still
down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I got tracks
good I rhyme
Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
Not made to feel bad for speaking 'bout this shit on my mind
Or called
here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, n*ggaz got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we
I'm from the East Coast)
And that's for damn sure
And I just got a call from my man 'Pac
And we was talkin' about how
We like to toss up
How we like our
to the motherfuckin' mountaintop
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop
If I ain't got a weapon I'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust yo' ass I'm gon' continue to rock
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy, say
I got to keep on walking
of the world
{*2X*}
[T.I.]
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days
to the mid to the east coast
Verse One: Master P
I got heroin and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like Tupac
baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
You say you love me, but you don't give a clue
I
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
not don dada but I?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man
Through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla
All I know… is
Is got my hustle on, get my
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
Huh? (we got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)
You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in
parts of my life you
Wasn’t playing a part in
But soon as I bounced back
Then they made me a target
I got war inside my mind
I hear rifle and canons
another one
Different, specifically I don't copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I don't play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's,
could be just like old times
Honey it could never be the same
I got up from the table walked away
While you remained
[Chorus x2]
nigga, two times nigga yo
I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin these cats
Twenty-one
[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all
To the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin'
I hear him knockin', sayin' that we got him
Hot like solar, he wanna burn my soul up
World on my
made it this far
Many G's died hogs and all they got was they name hit up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the times
Life goes on, I'm steady lost in
back in the day people
Actually gave a fuck
We didn't luck up with a 2Pac Shakur
All we got is rappers throwin’ money
That make us want more
Damn,
Discuss these got my mind made up enhanced stereomultimedia track by 2pac Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In