to death You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap Cause I've
drugs, but I am, just a man, trying to stay satan free, to hell is where there taking me, I swear its so amazing to be a THUG, a True hero under gods
burning up y'all glow Want to take it away from pin and pad and pick up a gun You better repent my dog it's over, you done better try to find [Chorus
one deep that should tell you about me I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more [Z-Ro] You can't knock
me wrist, Sansun me wrist band 20 inch rims, on me suspension Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look Boys the enemy, best respect the man Listen to me
you when I didn't knock you for coming straight up and real Show me a good time, make me feel like I'm in paradise Me and you, one on one I ain't trying
house, I can afford to bail out You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to
[Chorus 4x: Brother Marquis] Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance? Hell no!! Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table
chillin You can't get a job, but you know you're willin So you go down to the unemployment line And the man throws you out on your behind Then you find
where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a
me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half of me Blast for me, the task after me For a
**az in the wild life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, ni**az better slow down Cause you
s tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail if I had a good attorney Wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school
Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel