Lyrics:
dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me, always have and will be
Ill G, it's silly to hate but feel free
Hey, hear what I say,
bite your tongue
Save it for a rainy day son
And sometime
We'll piece a sequel
To teach by teethful deeds
That deceive people
With nothing but greed
Voice 2Pac:
It's gonna be alright You gotta believe dat
[Treach]
dear god times are changing and the weather got hot
over the past year
friend at the pen,
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass
And will make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move
worth
I got so many ways but like first thing's first
Now let's see if you can catch this
Bouncin, leanin, smashing the lexus
I'll be a playa and you know
turquoise
Toys turn to girls, boys turn to men
I'll end the situation by not starting
In this case I'm committed
Serve em like Lendal
Smoked out in interviews
Call your boyfriend,
Make e come with bodyguards
Me I no fear,
My papa na Hunter
I hear say your mama na Soldier,
I hear say your papa na Navy.
What
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
get higher
Cause life will pass you by
Unless you keep your drive
And momma told me get right
Ah momma ease your mind
I told you I'll be alright
Ah Find
and tossed by the source
Cuz i pay the cost to be the boss
You get flagged like betty ross and the spangled banner
Slammin shit more harder than fuckin thor's
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
'fore we spark; check it out
I walk through this field with criminals
Ill, die-hard soldiers try to make it towards the generals
Hard-headed, rugged
This song was alleged to be
On "Melvin Flynt" but is
Not on the final release version
Possibly from a bootleg
Yo all y'all bitches can pay
For your
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up
Hide
I don't wanna die
Fight
Hide
I don't wanna die
Guns and our pride
We march into the night
Death by my side
God on my right
This must be
I win lotto. Ahn!
Sikiratu Sindodo,
with you by my side,
I no fit go solo
Abena make me go crazy,
I wanna be your Roman Soldier.
Call me Mr
stay out my lane ('cause)
I'll never fit in your frame (yeah)
Turnin' these fans into flames
King of the court they callin' me James
Go Hall of Fame yeah
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
on the treadle
Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
Chapman: I don't know - Mr Wentworth
Just told me to come
In here and say that there
Was trouble
Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E Franks
[chorus 2]
its a joint we completed niggas ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all
Call
[Billy Danze]
Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?
be -I-Double L-why-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)
Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer
Before I
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
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