an ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
ounce I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that [Verse 3: Crooked I] Nobody got game colder than
I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
time last year I was in a jail cell Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball Put it in they face
that, cop that, I'm a baller baby Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them Next year I'm
you can ask his mama I'ma mourn you, till I join you, up in heaven Mean while, I'm retarded with this ak47 and uh [Chorus - 2x] R.I.P., I be forever
and stress No shit, I told you that I can handle it But damn it, I'll be damned if I'm gone let it handle me I tell y'all what, I stay high, cause it
mob shit I never let this misery, push me to do something I regret But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I
although I know they tried I'm doing bad, wishing for things that I never had It's my dad, drops and blue over gray rag Until I make a million or more
we got you, got you [2Pac] After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again Til I
of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season Why
trouble when they see me When I Get Free Yeah Nigga When I get motherfuckin free Pop the gate, I'm back baby When I get free We up out this bitch
- niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the
this motherfuckin life I lead, sheeit Hella motherfuckin roadblocks and crooked cops We still ride though, what side? WESTside [Verse One: 2Pac] I
, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay ballin' season to season
to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies
of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver I'm game
(feat. Outlawz) [hellicopter propeller turning] [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin
