Came a long way, to makin these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes
the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the
I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witness me strapped with macs Knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now
line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all
against the fence, back against the wall Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers All
be down with bad boy, Then fuck you too. Chino xl, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers
breathin' Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin? Chorus [2pac] Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason To be the last muthafucka breathin' Bust
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Man, I don't like none of y'all Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all Listen I don't give
pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the f**k out the way
as a kid I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) By the way, this feels like
soon as you act up You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!) By the way, this feels
periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you running on your way like steeple chase
men bring on the spear flow em Up in the air, into their athmosphere Let em know we tooken some shit right here There's no way of knowing where we
, you got, you got... Party people, all the party people all the party people, all the party people Party people, all the party people all the party people, all
down when we creatin’ She likes the She likes the way the vibe’s vibratin’ Yo, yo She likes the way the vibes y’all ratin’ (chorus) We got we got we
