like me look just like me dress just like me and act just like wanna sound just like me and rap just like me get bitches like me but cant chill like
wanna be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me And act just like me, wanna sound just like me And rap just like me, get bitches like me,
n struggle knows me. My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble n trouble holds me n nothin else is close to me more than pain unfortunatly, like
with a key, back into the swing of reality Divine principality formalities are none Son of a gun, I'm brother one, I am sun - enough! [Brother J] From
keep, good kush weed in a bone These spreds longs, tend to act so-so Just like a brother can't get no love, when his do' low Me and my brothers, we do
most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me
I don't really wanna die, just need a, change of scenery I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me And my eyes don't like me, and
act so PH-banish Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge And each way with display, they got no back bone They looking like jellyfish to me
a G, everybody in the streets know me I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you
t think you realize what's going on Ain't never missed no one like this I'm all alone I wish I known you would go And do something like this Somebody help me
's the answer![3x] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone? My bitch done left me home alone Dance for me in privacy, So no
, you'll hear me roar I'll treat any bitch like a whore 'Cause it's the way I like to fuck It's face down and ass up! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Brother Marquis
suckin' and fuckin' at the Fuck Shop! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] Please come inside, make yourself at home I want to fuck, 'cause my dick's on bone
pay the fuckin bills [Verse 1 (Tupac)] Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me They got me trapped
me a G [Chorus: x2] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches Even when I die They won't worry me Mama don't cry Bury
tell me that you do it for me I still believe, I know your in a little too deep But I gotta do what I gotta do to get yu back here with me, babe I like
ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again
thang instead of breakin' it off The chandalears in the atmosphere doin' me nice But I told you once don't make me tell you twice Baby read me lips, not
