Lyrics:
started out though
You looking lost now
(You want a pass, oh damn)
Fake it 'til you make it
Take your little paper book
When you look in the mirror
when you're
Hearing 2Pac verse he wrote
Those lyrics without
Any music notorious BIG was more
Melody-driven I'm sure he wrote his
Shit without a pen
come get your freedom
This is for the people
This is for the people
You don't have to kill nobody
You don't have to kill nobody
You don't have to kill
and over, watch this)
How could I ever doubt
That you were my friend? (Beres)
Who say that big man don't cry?
You never miss di water
'Til yuh well run
you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all
kill them, I'll fuck around and pile eight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then, I'll await my trial date 'til then
Ain't nothin' you say
dick, shit, I need six inches more
Fuck my dick's big, bitch
Need I remind you that I don't need
The fucking swine flu to be a sick pig?
You're
wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street
I'm me, solo or deep, I'm
fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody would've shot him?
Do u really think the Notorious Big would believe these guys?
All these
Unless somebody, who want him in his body
To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin'
When the snowman brings the snow
Well he just might like to know
He's put a great big smile on somebody's face
If you jump into your bed
Quickly
The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his
Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
"You don't really think you're gonna get
comes the gang war
You're doing alright
I got the answer
'Cause all the good times
They give you cancer
If we were all like you in the end
Oh,
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
where you are
You're with a star
Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
With some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known
Can't nobody fuck around with VP
Or else you're gonna find yourself D-E-A-D
Y'all ain't got your eye on the prize, you can't see
Cause I ain't
you're well to do wellâ?¦
The first of July and a hundred and four
I stopped at the Plaza's front revolving door
I stepped in the door and went around for
And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire
I usually come around on the first and fifteenth
If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you
for that good kind thing.
I can tell by the way you're acting,
You know exactly what I mean.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got
you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, no not anything
And you, can't nobody do it like
My bad for those long
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
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