Lyrics:
Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
To get out, we can't get in
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
these High Speedz
And people say
Chorus (2Pac):
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
in a minute
Man a get served up like chicken nuggets with the ketchup
Know that the 'bré ain't kidding
Think that I'm joking 'cause I look young?
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
away with it
Poverty in their kitchens
Held hostage by oil-for-food
Yet their own plates are full of the fat of their lands
There's no blood
the people still buy it
(Nigga, you fuckin' with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You
the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
by the crew
We don't take no bitching
And We don't fuck with snitches
I hope he ain't run off with the loot
Made it to the District I know my top is
lifestyle exist
Man, I swear that I ain't never picture this
Where I'm from, niggas get a gun and feel invincible
Where I'm from, we go straight to guns
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
Yo, Smoke, man
I'm, so I'm in my community, man
Shinin' and glistenin' if you will
And this dude rolls up with the utmost disrespect
Then he kept
'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby
blocks on lock
With no keys nigga, you gon need a locksmith
I'm on some get gwap shit
Your chicken low man (Lo Mein)
Doodle I'ma chew you no chopsticks
I
on the scene
Shego and Gamorra
Need a bad hoe with some green
Turn her to a queen
Time flying by like a road trip blunt
Smoking gas, light up that skunk
So high
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
alla these op boys nervous
And man can’t talk bout riding
I was out there scoring points like Irving
I took young g onna ride
And he slap dem shot don’t
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
Its the shamrock suburban
Hand cooked kiss the codeine curtain
What I spent last week with the ice on my T
Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea
problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this
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