Lyrics:
where I'm from
Lewis Avenue
Okay, now I got a brother by the name of Mad Money Merc
Now he come from NA Rock
I got two dancers, Scoob Lover, Scrap
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
Felony
Got four gold albums
So what you tell'n me?
Power was two, Iceberg was three
This one here shipped five hundred G
Now when I roll, I roll stupid
[say what?]
I hear it everyday on my block
I heard you did a album with 2Pac
Yeah muthafucka, thugadon till I drop
And what not, watch the spot get blown
B, C, D, E
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
B, C, D, E
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
1, 2, 3, A, B, C
Because it's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say
on girlfriend, I'm just messing wit' ya
You know I never play you
Out like a velcro mustache
Especially when you're giving up 'nough ass
And it don't stop on 2Pac
Inside Out
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul
Red Eye
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul Day
Starlight Revisited
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album
Beautiful Like The Beatles
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters
[Slim Thug]
I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it's G shit not hip-hop
I speak for those who rip
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
or strada
You can see 'em disappearin' two by two
On an evenin' in Roma
Do they take 'em for espresso, yeah, I guess so
On each lover's arm a girl, I
are not to be combined with alcohol
How can y'all be on top then ya album fall
The city is locked down
Give me my Glock
But wheres Biggie and Pac now
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin'
[Chorus]
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the game, P.E.!
We ain't for the game
We for
a record
That sounds like two different
Producers worked on it i allready had that
Nightmare experience then i
Started leaning towards Nellie
Doing the whole
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
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