findin' my way No, I can't help findin' my way I can't help findin' my way Way back to you Way back to you Whoa My way back to you
way Way back to you I can't help findin' my way No, I can't help findin' my way I can't help findin' my way Way back to you Way back to you Whoa My way
used to play wit the Hoyas I'ma boss, that you can never upstand Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can Some of y'all caught feelings from way back Others
and sipping When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us So chill homie
once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around So now you know when you
back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to do So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with you I'm the King of the South, you see the ring
[2Pac] Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby Aight f**k it, we gone flip some new s**t now You heard "All Eyez on Me," ni**az know what time it is (Makaveli
the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you
's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll
(uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You
learned to fly But they burn little suckers you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you suckers livin' bummy while you
come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll
you hit me Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days I used to beat dope fiends
that high, Come in and sample You don't have to buy. [Eddie:] Hear a voice talk back. [Mrs. Brice:] I hear voices now. [Mrs. Strakosh:] Money you don
you hoes ain't Bone! [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you
me, Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone see, Nigga gotta get me mine on the nine-nine, In the nine-five, bodies dropping
odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Who's the killa, me or you? (We forgive you, for you know not what
