take is what you do i'm tired of fighting people like you chorus you think you're better than me (x4) but you ain't better than me you try to bring me
haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white
to Heaven quickly I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like
of the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle, With demons inside me, what demon is not me, These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin, And
got me buzzin like a cellphone Stickin to my word now I'm velcro, Hell No! I ain't gone stop one minute better than I ever been Before it was just a scrimmage
moola, my feddy And caught this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready [Hook - 2x] [Den Den] We be crooked than a bitch, catch me dead in
to see me take my last dance But they can't catch rather I'm breathing or dead And they can't stop me from reaching people, put me in the fed Guaranteed
pack, ready to attack Fucked up, and get your whole crew erased If you think I'm playing, come test me Better catch me slipping, to get the best of me Deadly, when me
running, K of dynasty coming [Verse 2] Mortuless contender, Guerilla Maab member I be It'd be an epidemy, hoes wanna get rid of me Fin to be, found dead
search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On
think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin
east coast Two casualties, got stopped in traffic Had a warrant, so they gaffled me But while I'm gone, watch my business and my back for me My enemies think they got me
want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life
