parents left her, she was out in the cold Alone to live and find her way In this great world of heartache and pain Eyes of brown, matted locks of gold
his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks My whole team
my music, ain't nothing for him to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop
didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his
west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, I got California
his thing DPG still poppin, I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, And westside connection been had it locked bitch, I'm in the rear view
his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that I'm +Ready To Die+ B.I.G knew that He ain't eatin look at his white tee you
all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks My whole team
all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks My whole
his thing DPG still poppin I got California Love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view