do it better, hey [Chorus] Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy Love Pac and Biggie The way that you love your sticky Call Louie he have you
last dance; you know how you do it There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers necks Do
Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you
The Game] (Fly away, fly away) My love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cause she love me, just for who I are Who I is, who I am, resembles
hatin on this click You gon make a nigga get up wit cha bitch Split yo wig oh yes I did I told you you don't want it with a Hard Hitta kid! [Boogie Mane
your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do
to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac
Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I
hope they got a recipt cool you own shit off cuz its hot on these streets i got dogs and they not on a leash so i hope you understand do you copy capiche
crack You can ball over here, I play pass that Exotic cats love to talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do
Psst, hey, I bet you Thought the record was over, didn't you? Put one in there like you did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy
it's true 'cause who knows when you gonna die, who knows when and where, who knows tha reason why who goes and who stays who pause in these days who
model So I guess, I'm a role model See what people fail to understand Is that when you're an artist Even if you're in the right, you're in the wrong You
your pinky Work six different angles, nicer tits than all the Bangles Got Kangols singin' Star Spangles, oh say can you see I'm better lookin' than the flag you
'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your
the world That love how it's goin' down Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from Little with the ill crossover like Iverson In 2K
the weed at? You see that, all red P hat Where Pac used to eat at Hoes in different area codes, better believe that Can you believe this where they killed
verse And somewhere in the world somebody bout to start a hearse Tell me who inside it, who son is that And how he get there now tell me who gun was