Lyrics:
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score s***
Share between clients and homies
sinner
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
Well go and get batman, and go get back man
I don't need to be judged by you
on it, that's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real (for real)
Don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And trying to see
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
[Chorus: x4]
Sometimes the world that we live in don't seem so fair or forgiving,
These streets are hard to survive in cause all day you see people
chapter
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowlin' ball Impalas
And street scholars majorin' in culinary
they all on me
They smiles phony
Its hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake
They tryna eat out of yo plate
And you
caught and supporting me
So in these streets of hockey
I play the goalie,
Secretz to war licks, and score shit
Share between clients and homies
night in these streets
You'd be a fool to take a seat
You've got one life, one life
Don't stop live it up
Oh, one life
Oh, one life
Oh, one life
Don't
than simply live and let live
A sedative, that's what these headcases need
Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese
Black M. Casey fan,
A heavy cross to bear
A wife and son got brutalized
By a Puerto Rican street gang
Police they don’t protect
These punks should be caught and hanged
the same stuff
Heard the nigga killed my dad
Still walk in these streets
So what the fuck you think gone
Happen he walk into me?
Walk into murder, Glock
Reportin' live from the booth (yeah)
I'm killing these bitches
Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne)
Untamed and loose blunts, drank and juice
I was once
Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming
I got bitches all only back
I got niggas
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
The Plague--Generation's leprosy
Unspeakable shame--Untouchable lives
Much in need of love
But these days who's got much to give
Give in
Take this car down to the street of love
And when you get there
Toot your horn
Take these wheels down to the street of love
And when you park
the hell...what the hell...
[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise,
with kinks
When it all goes down, have no idea what it really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
And the wise hold they tongue when
on the street?
What's the word on the street?
I said, what's the word I need to tell myself
'Cause all these pills, they just ain't helpin' me
Yo, what's
You do it big I do it bigger
I'mma pipe your ass down
I'mma young rich nigga
I be blowing by the pound
My eyes I can barely lift 'em
I ain't nothing
There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs and alcohol and sex with women, mmkay.
But it's when you do these things too much,
That you've
the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts
Bread stashed in the glove compartment
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