the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never
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on the main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on
school and got kicked out So I'm driving this truck down the 95 I pray to God I make it home alive I don't get pulled over by the man I just want
It ain't over it just begun, S.U.C. I represent it till my living is done I'm on the run ducking the law with a pistol on my side looking for trouble
guilty by Judge Judy, but the fact remains, they confiscated my weed and my uzi Now I'm in correctional facilities, living raw sharing a cell with the niggas that I whupped on
naughty thangs Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati [Chorus] [2Pac] Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Hold it down, hold it down
blame, him or {*censored*} killin babies I'm a New Jerz' Devil, the street, creative rebel Only got one, shot to produce on every level This is bags
flip your hands up (Fucking with a changed man) Changed man, you dealing with a changed man [Verse 3: Tupac] A niggas so cold when I flow Bow down
sun come up on thai Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery when
the streets Sort of like thugs and narcotics when we walk the streets You speak the big pussy throw down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down
[Nas] Everyday she walk by See me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks Chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on, park Yukon You
bite down Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
hart nigger Survive in the streets Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers Ask my niggers in Re ville Ask my niggers down at wilks Ask my nigger at
saint." Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. "There's something funny going on
Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Bizzy:] United we stand divided we fall For the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawn's On that goodshit Niggas from Compton to Africa On
