it to end We can never be friends We can make it easy We can never be friends One wants to stay together One wants it to end We can never be friends We can
it to end We can never be friends We can make it easy. We can never be friends One wants to stay together One wants it to end We can never be friends We can
Picture the morning taste and devour We rise early pace up the hour Streets is bustling hustling their heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
now, though whose to say that we won't never make it Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk
crawl, so listen when we hit ya' Comin' dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
speed up I want to go faster She holds on but I outlast her Build it up but what does that matter We can build it up but we always watch it shatter
: If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit
!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you
Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love Verse One: Makaveli To live and die in LA, where everyday we
nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we fucking it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound
baby scream to God/And we'll be starin at the world through my rear view he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin
Tupac sings] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin like a thief
can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
place called success (can u hear me?) This one is for the ghetto youths dem Man a ghetto youth for life (yo!) [Chorus:] I can, not forget where I
're happy This is no longer about me Trade rules, switch sides for your beautiful eyes Let him be you through your beautiful cries Let him hold you up so you can
it's kinda ill how we be workin the caper She ain't only good for pussy, she be givin me paper Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw Always slidin
it, never mind Kramer The Crocodile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like
ride, and hit up your street I got a innocent glide, of lovin only So just give meet me outside, and I'll be on the creep But you know we can {keep
