a fuck verse 2 Terrified levels that scares peace, im ill bease will creep one deep slump seat dump heat, niggas scream fuck me he lucky
m part of a family United til death simply cause we choose to be An occasional joke, a diss, or a crowd pleaser Callin your moms a ? ? look-a-like skeezer
my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under
like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary, we won't worry everything will come real Free like the bird in the tree, we won't worry everything will come real
get popped then it's a blessin' she a lucky hoe 'Cause no matter where the fuck he go In K Town they will dress him in a casket and tuxedo 'Cause you
at will and still can fade that shit 'Cause, it's the predator I had it, yes a nigga watch yo step You in a gang like star, tryina get a rep It ain't
Long time til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting will come real Free like the bird
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin
I A K A gold digga see me with him in a jewelry store buyin' glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get 'em, I'm a get 'em Bitches, they mad 'cause I
find a decent song to play But oh, I guess I got my reasons Everybody thinks I'm doing a.o.k They ought to know by now, yeah Oh, that such a thing should make a
Never will I love a bitch Why would I trust a bitch? Always gonna dog a bitch They only good for sucking dick Or riding on a nigga cock Trying to get a
Bob Marley, Lucky Dube So we don't really give a fuck about your groupies This is Africa, hooray T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray) It
a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair It's a family affair, it's a family affair Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
you ever play me Ask around my borough they gon tell you that I'm crazy! I'll Kiillll you Son if you ever play me I got a tech 9 a sawwed off and a 380
Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm puttin' It on my head, not even a semi-fraud More like a demigod in bed-post I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate So
easy, living in the ghetto Time's movin' fast, will I last another day? So I pray and I lay with my A-K Did I sell my soul as a young kid? All the things
A military mind, nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind, nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on