Lyrics:
good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fuck about
that kill
Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is family now, I give a fuck about you clowns
Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust
Nothin happened, mind your business yo step
You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX
They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key
Don't wanna see us come
to improve my salary,
Don?t nobody move cause you could be a casualty,
One a dem, maybe dey crossed paths with me
One nigga left and they thought we was done,
by the sidewalk
And got the nerve to get mad if I don't talk
Steady schemin on how they want to stick it from the back
A young muthafucka sellin crack
Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute
Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game
and ain't know the time
I suck the life out your
& Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be
m's
Know some shooters but they out here touching rims
Feel like 2pac I'm balling above the rim
You a rookie go play in another gym
Need a diamond I
And they all enjoyed the ride, Dogg could you bring us all back again
I love it when you put it in my back again
Pull up in your car then you back it in
us"
I held round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
Not only money but all the emotions goin through us
Why we don't cry when niggaz die,
they really say so
You don't know who to trust
On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz
Dreaming about the backseat
But you don't know what
nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with
at the mouth
The power of God helping us along
He made me able to sing this song (x2)
Whew
That was cool
Talking ‘bout God, and they think I break the rules
I
gotta feeling, about you, about you
Look at us a few miles later
You can see our dent, you can see our rust
They say we're wearing out,
They say we ain't
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
opposition resemblin' you and I (sheesh)
Wrist crackin' give a fuck about it (give a fuck about it)
They never will 'til they start pickin' up a couple
and we came, we did our thing, just like the song say
Nigga's been talkin about us like it's Bone Day
They say "them nigga's my nigga's ain't kickin it no
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
plan
And what about the rappers
That happen to act like a black president
Give us a right to be assholes
You know
They say your name for attention
But
nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with
don't give no fucks
I get my paper, and everything ad up
Fuck about no hater, my rooms come with a view
Girls come by the two
She stalk my IG, I told
[Lil' Kim]
This is it this is the one
That's what I'm talkin' about right here
Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
They ain't ready
You
rollin' off the pills, I should've never fucked the bitch
I got hoes, these niggas married, I don't let 'em go, they come through
I got my fentanyl in my
then you know I ain’t the N***a with all the talk
F**k it I’m bout the walk cuz actions they tell it all
Money over matter
I want riches it don’t matter
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