me And get your caps peeled You know, See [Chorus] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your
to pass The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone
2x: Verse #3 Nothing moves me more than a groove that suits me Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me Nothing boosts me more or suites me
yo Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was
the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You *****z act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a
Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle
me or not but he's like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer [Hiphop:] "I'll sign you as a producer and a rapper", I'm like oh shit I was messin
seprate.And desprate. Na never did. Cus ya boy got leverage. Though his friends tellin him when he could do better than. But whatever them. Friends come questionin. Me
a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where
like to give you my number to my celluar phone, give a cold strike when you take me home girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me, we can do our thang
just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact that im from maine but I represent the south side got a bb gun that looks just like a
like a volcano me and my partna Zano Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here