hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'
mo'fuckin slut to her face, Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face, I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips,
slow down Try to get my feet on solid ground, so for now i'm... [CHORUS] [Verse 2] Bury my face in comic books, cause I don't want to look At nothin
the ground And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down
I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down, anyone who comes up must go down Might aswell go for the gusto now Better not let up,
got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up
I heard was [Chorus] 2x Time goes by Puffing on Lye Hoping that it get me high Got a nigga going krazy I feel krazy [Verse 2 - Tupac] 1, 2, 3, 4
see the change It comes with the fame Watch them gossip in this silly game To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up
yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little kim, Don't fuck with real ass g's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So
't C Me) I know it's hard nigga, i'm all up in your face But you still Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) All up in your range, but niggas Can't C Me (20/20
die for my a-k Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz Breathin' Chorus [2pac] Stress
feelin' right (ya heard me) My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me) I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me) Clothes off, face down, ass up
crossin' the street! [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 2:] Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up
ass I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me
When the heat, touch your street, boy [All] VAMONOS! [Baby Bash] Hit the task, on your ass, boy [All] VAMONOS! [Baby Bash] And we run so fast Repeat Chorus [Verse 2
don't like then hey fuck you! I read about you up on page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now talk about your face now don
To when your mother was making ya Clapping you up Slapping you up Trapping you up Holding you hostage Duck taping and Saran wrapping you up Yo
of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) Then we start to cook up the place Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face