And take the bullets out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High
now my life is angel hair Pinot Grigio baby forget about it Im headed wherever this muthf-cking jet is routed you can`t have my heart the doctor told me I`d
the poor boy down Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hands And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised
I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver with every paper I'd
my mind I never could have predicted that I'd feel this way You are a beautiful surprise Intoxicated every time I hear your voice You've got me on a natural high
bad. We bad''. Granfather decided that he'd had enough of the pond and the meadow and the whole stinking scene, so he ran off to Los Angeles and joined
Big B] See we loosin this world we love And it looks like the sinnin won't end So I'm reachin high up above Lord, let your blessings begin [Hook-Bizzy
go 'woo!' Waistline makes my soldier salute I'm a brute, high from your high heel game High heels push up ya ass last name And you livin' in the fast lane, eyes like an angel
make the man future I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman No there ain't a S on my chest, but it's a D on my block (D block) And said life the
Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel
'd spend that day with you I'd feel no pain or sorrow there with you If I had only one more tomorrow Imagine if you could, in your arms I'd spend my
me with those angel wings Set me go, set me high Set it up while I'm in the sky Storm is gone (Storm is gone) An' the temperature's high (An' the temperature's high
Angeles Portions of the day's programming are reproduced by means Of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings} The V.C.R. and the D.V.D. There wasn
was found A ragged robe of rabbit skin Enwrapp'd His beauty round And as the hunter braves drew nigh The angel song rang loud and high Jesus your King
cruel. Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school. Baby dont blow it. Don't put my good advice to shame. Baby you know it. Even Dear Abby'd
believe I'd be willing to leave Someone walked up behind me Seemed to find me I felt him standing there, I turned around And saw the face of an angel