you like rock, rock stars And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on
's popin' man] It's cool yo fuck that [It's popin' out here] They can go on and on for that [I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home] Verse Two
motherfuckers gotta do is set me off I'm violating. All the motherfucking bet's be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch is news Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you
bullets come at your house and collapse the foundation around and they found you and your family in it (AHHHHH!) GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU [Chorus 2
Come to me anytime you want Dedicate slow jams on the radio Oh I Know your happy I can feel ya passion Looking out for ya just like daddy Come on Sunshine
to go I only got one home see me stranded on Deathrow With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude but you'
with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin hits out on
see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie smalls and junior mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on
trying to get this [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin
will never see the P (You must be goin' blind) Verse One: 2Pac give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on
, a crooked nigga too [2pac Verse 2] You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll
heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on
up, forensics have fun! - What? [Repeat Chorus:] [Outro:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come
The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU
me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b! Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood [Verse 2] I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool On
