Lyrics:
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
to stay
The weather is changing
Getting colder by the day
I don’t even know what to say
The colors get so grey
Do you know when I pray
When I see you I get
Breaking hearts instead of bread
Something I said
Checkmated by frustration now
Need to be cut loose
A different kind of being lost a sullen cost
(I
chains on (okay)
Three diamond bracelets, don't get flamed on (baow)
Cribs is outrageous, real different phases (yeah)
Whips like look like spaceships
dirty, broke his heart, cause i'm a filthy rich bitch
That money talk I speak it fluent
Im a bitch goals yeah I keep these hoes influenced
Big buss down
now I'm styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mix tape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm
bigger by the ticket
Got my foot in the door
Same day I got evicted
Different, driven by money and ambition
And let me tell me cross over and transition
swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in
Lebanon,
His people died by the Missile
A white boy I know,
His brother died sniffin' crystal
Different mothers
And different colors
That ain't
Nigga you embarrassing
Don’t you ever try to make comparisons
I speak a different language like it’s Arabic
As-salamu alaykum I feel bad for
Yo ass so
You know who it is
Sound Carta Nos Fuimo
Hard Body
Brooklyn yeah
Chorus:
Always remember you're a star
Don't let nobody tell you different, don't let
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
Yeah
Yeah
Them racks comin' I'm by the brinks
Big body Benz back up beep beep
Paid cash for this car
I ain’t doin' no lease
Gotta different color
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
how rich and big you are
It's still Allahuakbar...
[Chorus]
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha
last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll
and on
But a man stand up on his own
I'm raised by a different code
Cut from a different cloth
Never been a follower
My momma told me be a boss
Watch who you
I'm really woke
The poor seeing me as rich, the rich seeing me as broke
Either way, I stay afloat
Hanging on to my last breath
Different type
that I did
But I ain't livin rich, I ain't cop me no big chain
Never knew you'd have such disdain for the kid, yuh
Suddenly you avoidin friends
Disappear
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
I’d rather be rich
Than win a Grammy
In a big house
Somewhere in the hills
Eating from the pantry
Blasting Me Against The World
While the neighbors
They
say I'm frigid
This for big bro
Last time the crooked laws rolled me they was asking bout ya
From the same mud tho we different fountain's
When they
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