You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
mediate when we get gats and bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case
fail Efficiently I release and flee The art of war living sucka free Get with me [Chorus x2: Makaveli] Don't go 2 sleep, You can get your cash
nation mister i get around My tempation got me drippin wet perspiration Im activated by the moves you makin Baby why you fakin strip naked get to
, no more pain That's right nigga Hey drop that shit boy Verse One: 2Pac My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes My lyrics explode on contact
on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride...
creep. No halfs wit no straps, jack. It's on to bounce back. And an ounce so fat, they snatch my style ??? Get this grip wit hollows to get cha. Snip wit clippers. Get
up 'nuff hits And guess who's back? No longer trapped Cause I snapped on the ones that held me back, feel the contact Ride the track, get I grip as I
They keep on staring at you and want to get you alone You got that sun dress mess yes that's the best With the flower two piece underneath so fresh I get
down there, I swear I close my eyes and when you appear Me on top you on top even from the rear yeah Call in sick to work Can't get worse, damn I'm a
I know her routine, her eyes are blue green I guess they're contacts cause they used to be brown Plus I watched her get 'em at the optician downtown I
catch wreck ironically Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade Parade through your barricade I made the accolade Now men get mad, they grab a pen
green sticky weed She hit it like a pro, didn't choke, didn't heave We talked for a minute, you know how shit go Two people get close and they jump off
dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell ah give your girlfriend contact
I see your face everywhere It doesn't help that you stop and stare Contact makes me shiver How did once loving eyes become so bitter? Memories float
hottest shit in the industry (uh) I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The
Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go, Jamaica Off the Florida Keys there's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go to get away from it all