to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My name was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My
[Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill
the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I’mon the next level
you know that we ain't FUCKIN around Niggaz you betta BELIEVE when you see me the shit be double trouble I overLOAD and take this SHIT to another level
Here we go now, yea C'mon, yea, check it [Verse One] I said my solo jump off, been boomin since nine-six My solo jump off, been boomin since nine
plan To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan With a nine in the door panel in the
don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine
nine months in the womb Man it was packed like the closet full of Nike's in my room Singin' Oh sweet Lord take me to the next level Where the love's
Yeah, today the big day [Xzibit] Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind
's damaging the man you see before you On the canvas he may seem alright but all the disadvantages His family encounters overshadows his extravagance Walk in my nine
my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on
like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck
dime Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever
s takin no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My
that's takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control
we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
of we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and
