Lyrics:
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
what they saw
Not by what they believed
And not by what they were taught
Some want to lop off your head
Get used to it
Some will lie about you
by a timpani
Heavy handed
So demanding
That you live in my head just to get it
With the tide rising with every cheap glass of wine that I'm biding my
(let me do them)
Spark another match and let it flame
Get your dumb on!
Everybody get ready now
Everytime I do what I do
Bust' ryhmes
Make
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Niggas better get it right,
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
to the fade
(What?) leave him in bloody puddle
Then I dump him in a grave (Talk)
All you niggas really lame
You can't get with us (God damn)
Mikey kickin'
Need it, need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (need-need-need it)
I'm
might do next
What I might do next
What I might do next
I'm just trying to get by
We're just trying to get by
Trying to get by
I'm just trying to get by
Remember what brought us up here
Somewhere the sky is crying
I'm where the air is clear
Let me get by
(If you're just gonna stand there)
Let me get
and stir up the strife
Nothing will stop you
Do what you want to
(A)
Kill all the bastards
Walk over the heads
Get up! Get up now
Get up! Get up right now
what you know about that
What you little niggas know about that
Take you out the picture
Yeah I can crop that
She gon get to busting every
Time a nigga
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
, what, what, what
Be the craziest get your wig split
Ain't no diss push man, left swang push
Man love to get hit
Oh, uh, uh, you too drunk
Got fists with
possible emergency.
Flyin' by the seat of my pants.
Never, ever gonna let it get to me.
Flyin' by the seat of my pants.
Flyin' by the seat, flyin' by
rooted) okay, I get it
I know what they thinkin' we some
I'm rooted, boy I thought you knew it
Tell you where we been by
Show you how we do it
Yeah, it
life gets in the way
We've got to keep on breathing
Look how far we've come
Look what we've made
Started from nothing, building
Brick by, brick by
Brick
said I'm feeling
From more than you had
Now more than anything I just need one more chance
I gotta get you back
By any means
Back
By any means
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
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