on pillows Fuck around and weep like a willow, we cap peelers [Pharoah] King shots, killer greed penn, money hard Nigga to sleep, murdering a kingpin My composer, a
dues Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way But one of these days gone be out there It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
to my own, with my baby and wife Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine, cause I'm guarding my life Ain't no slipping in my game, doing a dance to make it rain Put a
It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray And the price start-a
hit the I cut When a fucker rolling rocks, sold em up even Till I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done Till a
my mask I'm making a dash, I jump in the Hoover and I smash With a foot on the gas and then I'm off in the night A nigga was buried alive but he really
m fuck a publicity stunt I'll fuck you up for free cause I got niggaz in my hood that'll ride for me my niggaz ridin for free,we ain't gotta pay for a
4 on the side of me for company Wishing a nigga and his click, would think about jumping me Six enexchangable clips, seventeen bullets in each That's a hundred and twelve reasons, a
yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's critical Then one of them sat down living so Mystikal and empoious With a
look and find out What's the cause of this excitement One brother was a dopefiend And the other was a dopeman And the dopeman had a AK Said he'll spray
prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet
ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) 1 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a
don't stop My 9 goes pop Your body drip-drop Throw that ass in a zip-loc (Rated R) Now you've been hauled away in a body bag Get your Sammy D said how
test will find a bullet in they chest put ta rest by a brotha who was hopeless grow up broke on tha rope of insanity how many pistols smoking coming from a
the back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop