ah oh oh.) Gotta grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path. Take a breath and run. Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh Run, run, run, run. (Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh.) Run, run, run, run
oh oh.) Gotta grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path. Take a breath and run. Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh Run, run, run, run. (Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh.) Run, run, run, run
*t, test we And get your, block knocked off, UHH You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE It don't matter, we don't, follow chit chatter WE MAKE HITS, and
ve only a few But you can back track and ask them how i do it how it is Who the flyest chick, with the phattest whip And run her all night, like a
Tupac Shakur Tupac Tupac Tupac Tupac Shakur We miss you And we love you And we love you Tupac Shakur And we miss you And we love you Tupac
was Foreign, then came Low End Theory. People quickly reconized who we are, Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar. Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Geto
doggy named Dino We do a little bowling and we drink a little vino Well I've got a little buddy, Barney Rubble Got a neighbor by the name of Barney Rubble He
Danze] STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers that try to change us, knowin we
block, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the Thugs do it for us--we
we use to chill out and smoke blunts and i aint seen him in a while maybe a couple months. said he wanna holla he seemed anxious. first thing on ma mind
, same nigga, same part, same green I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy) Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares) We let the doves do it for us -- we
No, he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When
direction I would be in your debt Perhaps there is something that we could work out I noticed your breathing is starting to change We could go in the back behind all these stacks of bibles And
to plead and tell him, "We shouldn't beef" But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn't breathe He looked at me and said, "You gonna die
kegs up Racking a bitch to Stacking them crates up I’m still hungry And I’m back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rapping and tame at me Shady
