Lyrics:
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
me
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em'
Born in da beast, I'm coming from the belly, belly
Ya man mad, but he don't want no melee, melee
Cause we run ‘em out
Cause we run ‘em out
Cause we
a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my
struggling to Ketamine like a legal high
When so volatile, look over the reasons why
People die, man this beef never sleeps or slides
Man are dying over
bust-a-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
this man (Hell Rell)
Lemme hear a hook on this
Hook
J.R. Writer:
It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio, you're now tuned in
the white, travel by night cause it's cooler
Let this O.G. school ya, first impressions might fool ya
Down to shoot ya run through ya, do ya like I never knew
And a little bit of that
Man, we kiss the G's
Like he's a rat in a mouse trap
Ball to the wall
If you hit me
You're my best bet
Spittin' P-O-5, nigga
Never mean
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
conversating like siri
They see bro and they dash like bolt
Man fully on volts my bro my Killy
My young g split Zedz in chunks
Still Tryna get this young
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
another city
I get my bill the Chris was 9.50
2 G's for them bottles of Don P
It was just me and the hoes was free
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy
for you to spend a little dough
I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink cucarachas, I bought his life
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow)
Cereal, cereal killer (Arf arf, aow!)
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley
After P-P-P stripped you empty
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I'm the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
Multimillion dollar shit
a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
2PAC LYRICS
"Changed Man"
(feat. Johnta' Austin, T.I.)
[2Pac]
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ay, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
industry lock down
We still tote hammers that go blak-ow
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with
yeah
I'm a go-getter, nigga, being down never fazed us
Used to get it off the RAZR
I'm a pioneer in the A, sir, don't be fooled by this blazer
Send
a hot sixteen come see me
I write easy, flow greasy
I'm out of this world like ET
never run out of gas like BP
I'm well connected like BT
I'm there
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