and she'll cry and she'll always try. And down she goes, we'll need a haven for this mental case cause she's beautiful and she'll never even know.
not watch two lesbians in bed Have homosexual sex Unless of course you were given the consent to join in Then of course it's intercourse and it's bisexual
eye The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home. Hell is full of high court judges, failed
's why I strive for it Dis' me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any awards show or party I get fly for it I know that it's comin' I just hope that I'
loc'dus Stacking my bricks till I form the fifth, momma never said it'd be like this But nigga I'm ready for anything Remember to never count your eggs
me want it right there I know she got that repeat she turn me on [?] She told me boy you know what good and I replied Amen Late night plus liquor she know
ya? Do that there and they be like? How ya do that? How ya do that there? How ya do that there? (YB) Ya know, ya, ya, ya know Ya, ya know, ya know, ya know
faces We never discriminate, we fuck all races She the one that I got love for Money she won't get, I assure She the one that think she hot Damn, have
[My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac:] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time
jerk, the water don't work My little sister twelve And she bought her own skirt. Rather do Kurt than do her homework Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump
nickel-plated burners And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home
that I had to bury I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry But never worry They'll remember me through history Causin' motherfuckers to bleed They'll
, clak, give it up Yo, check it out now, uh, yo, yo Yo, subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon gin the court
s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game, you
the Westside got out of control We miss that brother soul how much he'll never know Oh and reminiscing on my boy lil' Khatto I know you in that paradise
the pain Shit'll never be the same after we got burned Niggaz is burnt out and yo there's nowhere to turn Like court adjourned without a quarter to burn
child in that respect She's a girl whose pretty looks Have been a chain around her neck 'Cause with all the boys who want her Why she'll never notice
