Lyrics:
your career and leave you drowned
Congrats on the 10k albums sold
How many did you sell yourself
You sold out for a quick buck chuck
But it won't last
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
... at thug mansion
[Verse One: 2Pac]
A place to spend
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the U.S. residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be movin'
offset, you know it’s awesome
Air Max 95, got them from
Six diamond chains on me
You know it’s awesome
I’m charming your girl with game
My swags awesome
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you
the thing
I see it and don't see it
Up in here, dawg, before I
Go, it's just so crucial, man
Nigga can't even you don't
Whistle in the shower, in the pen
I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce
to the bus stop, and flash back to the wop
Now I got the +Vibeology+, in a funky way
Somethin Paula Abdul
Picture me bout to bleed
When I done been raised by all the G's
The crooks and killas
Is my motherfuckin niggaz
Jab a pussy
With some motherfuckin scissors
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Check it out
All don't G like we G
Evil side on the cut thang S.C.C.
y'all don't G...
[HAVIKK]
4 deep on the creep, I gots the heat on -
We swervin'
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
know what you can see
RIP, RIP while you riding down Rosecrans
Just hopped off the 110, know a nigga smashin'
Pulled up on his bitch in a G
this shit right in front of ya
This is America!
We got more guns in the hood
Than soldiers out on the line
See hustlers out on they grind
How you get
cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead
The gin and juice gets me bent
You start the trippin' and flippin' and
Then ya hit the C
Niggas know a G like me don't play
Disagree, then I got something
Sebi
Well I'd be damned by your favorite emcee you been shammed
They only granted me diplomatic immunity because they fear I'd murder their rap
live it
Hear it my spirit is where it should be
Don't push me if you pussy, huh
I spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
concerned with these rappers thinking that they got it I spotted about 5 the rest y'all niggas garbage y'all wanna battle Chucky I do this for the sport you
Radio speaker: (not on album version)
Welcome to the radio show: young, free and single!
We got a good show lined up for you, let's have our first
You talking right
Up all night
You got me like
Is this for life
Or just a night
I'm energized
Can you feel the E N E R G Y
You feel the E N E R G Y
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
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