Lyrics:
Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch
Hypnotize Minds muthafucka ya we done this
Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit
[Lord
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
member get left behind, yeah, I'm bringin' them by the winnin'
And to all the ones in the sky, keep standin' outside, wait 'til I finish
The reason I
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
and redirect and i won't say none
Body, body in the trunk next day he missing
Probably, probably dumped swimming with the fishes
Gotti, gotti done never left no
Countin' money, man that's day to day
I've been trappin', man that's day to day
I've been grindin' man that's day to day
Break in the spot with my dough
Yeah, Strong Arm Steady
One gang, four guns
How the West was won, let's go
Jump if you really want it
You'll catch one in yo' stomach
When you see
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like its love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda
in the club
D.C. show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
Atlanta show me love up in the club
Memphis show me love up in the club
Dallas show me
Young nigga workin' hard (workin')
Pull yo' card (pull it)
In that pot (in that), first one makin' noise (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
Boulevard (uh),
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take
Broke my heel
Ya'll bitches betta' be scared
Its Calipark music
Ying yang twins
USA
United state of Atlanta
We back in this mutha f**ker by our
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
out
High as hell from smoking yo mans, got me finna fuckin' pass out
I'm in Memphis, tryna punch on shit like I'm Ja
Last nigga smokin' Melo , sent this
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
a high note but ain't nothing soft about me, I wish yo ass would
I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be
for you and your mans
That's a awful lot of pills I ate in a day
Gon' be a awful lot of funerals y'all gon' attend
Same time my name spawned, I go by
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
Come in lets ride, chill by the tides, official vibes
Don't look surprised, you lit you fly, yo hips yo thighs
This truth or lies, I fantasize, but I
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