Lyrics:
my bead on knock
Cause cops I ain't standing
And gangstas know
Catching before hanging
And my dogs keep banging
Cause ain't shit changing
And hustlers
and dreams, dear
Like pictures in the fire
Finding in its gleams, dear
Our heart's desire
In an armchair by the fireside
Just big enough for two
We'll
the ground my niggas is going down
40 on the pound im steppin in london town
Tim westwood we smoking the best good
Tell a motherfuckas i ain't 2pac
But you'll
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
on a ship by yourself
Take a nap or nip by yourself
You can get into debt on your own
There are lots of things that you can do alone
But takes two
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
Don't wanna see you by yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
We on a drive, looped in
Two seat ride, couped in
Who gon'
drinks down and pick them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
We drop the top down
All these bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty (racks), racked up shawty (racks)
And all these bitches call me racked up shawty (Gangsta
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
no cuffs.
I stand tall.
and don't look back.
No pilar of salt, just forward motion on the righteous track.
2Pac I'm against all odds.
I stand
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
drinks down and pick them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
We drop the top down
of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen, y'all
Nas y'all, fly gangsta, wavy hair, teeth chipped in
My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk
Links truck, rocky
the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the(ghetto)
I got payed in the(ghetto)
a lot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto)
on Cruz they was too hot
Bandanna wrapped round my head like I'm 2pac
Fell in love w revolvers
Since a kid used to sneak and buy cap Gunz
I turned 16
n B singer.
Catch him when he park, 2pac that Beamer.
Bee hive nigga, hit him with a stinger.
As he dies nigga, this he gone remember.
I grind, all
a (Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Got most off of cocaine (cocaine)
Kicks two-thousands, shits don't got no name (ah, uh-uh)
Fiends at the house, it look like Soul
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
when I talk
Bitch, catch the? quick
If she runnin' her lip
If a nigga trip, I give him a clip
Now that's some gangsta shit
Nigga bitch believe, which is
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (rollin' with the vibe)
silhouettes in the window that kissed by candle light
And so I passed your house tonight
Two silhouettes in the window that kissed by candle light
And so I
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