chorus] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us Ain't nothin but squealers, in this
This for all the homeboys that couldn't get they happy home Let's turn this house into a happy home Long as one of us got it, some of us got it Let's
send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to
m as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy
Makaveli the Don Feel this, Killuminati (Toss it up!) Lord have mercy, father help us all Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
the pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten
-G-G, G-Unit! [50] Ha ha! (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 + Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce toniiiiiight And if they don't let us
funny that I recall they gave us the keys to the city, but they don't fit anything But I'm coming anyway [Chorus] Im hear you calling I came back running Forgot
so go on and blow us away with your sound; Now you're everything that we've come to love, you taught us to move, so we'll show it off, just drop us the
but dead inside This is the proclamation This is the call to rise Are you abused alone Walking with broken bones If you feel you?ve been forgotten Let
niggas to plot to rob me. Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin. Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em never forgot
your ass out Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim
running around, calling they self hot We sure that you need is the fake and fraugulent in out of Pac And they gotta stop it When they got us in shit that
Girl: When the sky is falling and you're looking round For somewhere to hide Did you ever call out to someone Did you ever call out to me, I've never
And when it's faded and forgotten in some book You'll sometimes look You'll sometimes look You'll sometimes look INSTRUMENTAL It's a game it's a game no let's call
There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking bit