Lyrics:
Since I'm on the scene, I'ma ask you to be cautious
Made n****s wanna dig into their pockets to support us
'Cause they recognize whoever out about
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
Direct them to a casket
Give it to 'em only if they ask for it
If they want
I'm losing you again ain't I? Ain't I
The perfect candidate to represent
you throw away Jimmy
You started rapping sayin' you're doing it for us
I suppose you forgot and it sucks but I feel like
You don't give a fuck about me
let it change us
I can’t give em what he want gone give em what he need
He wanna take some from me i gotta make em bleed
Ain’t wanna f**k she begged me
toes
Attention I feel when I'm surrounded by these hoes
Tension I feel when the plug don't pick up
Tension I feel when the sun comin' up
We be in
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you
need a loan)
Throw my hood on, it's VLone, Amiri denims, dawg
And we done seen a lot
A lotta killings on that block
And they left us in shock
Fuck
Racked up you know I got it like that n***a Gotti
Me and my n****s stay strapped don’t make us catch a body
F**k with T.I., Hustle Gang I keep Akoo
Suckers didn't even see us, they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothing but some suckers got shot
Hit the first
God don't make no mistakes
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like
f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side
Now since I'll be here at your place
Let's take a week's trip for two
We don't have to go to far
Just as long as I'm with you
'Cause they tell me
don't want it with me.
(Gunshot) J the A to R-U-L-E
[2-pac]
And everytime I see you cats rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't
Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This
The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret
The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now
Extension on Earth, human cutdown
Niggaz play with PlayStations, they
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
partner, give to the needy (arf, arf)
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait (arf, arf)
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate (arf, arf)
You know when you say your marriage vows
They're supposed to be for real
I mean
If you think back about what you really said
You know, about
thing to understand
Why'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am
Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like why'all spin
calls they can wait 'til morning
All I wanna is where you're putting your lips
So baby, give it to me, give it to me
I'm pulling the shades, don't let
it's Moves, Let's go
Still going in how i came
Strong
Told them they remember our name
Us
Took a few bands, went and put it on chain
Still double O with
A different kind of love, oh
I think I got a girl crush girl crush
Wake us up, they goin' and the night is young
I just wanna take you by the hand and run
Show
irreputable
My words so incredible
Probably call the federal after
I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera barely passing up celicas
Telling us about shit
High
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