eachother, long as we was barely getting by We grown men, and all living in sin Shooting a kite to my people, cause he in prison again Letting him know
stroke Trying to fuck around with Z-Ro in the game It's not all about running your mouth all the time It's all about stacking your change Now I don't know
hit the pen again What will I do for food Living in the ghetto turning boys to men Crooked cops and killers interrupt my mission Tell me will I ever pimp my penn again Hustling is all
jaw Ain't fin to lose no sleep, over nan one of y'all, one of y'all with fours Could run up on me, and I guarantee that one of y'all gonna fall I'm just
think i'm turnin' out with a word at last to run 'em out industry- everything under control none of 'em know who runnin' the show with the guns and the 'hos all of them know
119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all
off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to
. Still they moved on and on. Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the, his claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know
girl let me take you into my arms Cuz you know this baby girl I wont ever do you harm Cuz you know I'm by your side everyday and all night Whenever
woman, when it's just a fuck.And some of y'all ladies just get caught up with men, when they might be somebody else's men ... that's just a fuck!So
get what you need A modern-day woman with the will to succeed Tryin' harder every day to increase your wealth, So go on! Badself! [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] All
'll never call you bitch again, believe me [Chorus] ['Pac speaks over Chorus] I know, I know All that is dead though, I'm changed, I'm tellin you.. I know
can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head
I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little