you don't even want to talk I just don't get it I just don't get it I want to be around, you know? But you're making it too hard I get no time with
warrior without the sound of guns [2Pac] If I could reselect before my good days I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good days i stop and
gotta get on that bus. Get up here. [Chiddy:] Alright, I'm comin' right now. [Xaphoon:] You good? [Chiddy:] Yea, I got it. [Xaphoon:] Ok man, I'll see
head See I guess I really never knew, how proud I made you My life is yours, my soul I gave you I don't know if I'll do good enough (he's by your side
I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my time So in reality I didn't give a dime, or a damn I just put my monies in the hands of the same people that
war Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust
, all alone I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home Bodyguards are something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna
for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take time to think Before I make
whipped him in his face Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds I
can delt with frontin and hatin, see I'm polishin, plus I'm cool, yea I'm a thug, yea I'm a fool, I love the game and I love the rules, if you cross the
I stay high... I'm holdin onto my soul, but nobody know when all unfolds, then when I go, go. Remember the bad cause all of the good I found on my own
Way down, way down I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word Downing my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to purchase some herbs To ease
the pump gonna get 'em I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest That's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead And
crime rate I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time When we could come up on some dough With good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time
D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin' for war, war J A D
I had a bum time, though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced
is in the red pill So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone And I hope you got this message I'll be waiting by the phone It's automatic
