in some talk show shhhhh Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick She did my main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat the trick
run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or
ride Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at?, where you at? Where my real
from tha way If this rappin' bring me money then i'm rappin' till i'm paid i'm getten green like i'm supposed to Nigga, I holla at these ho's and
wear a rubber or he die smokin' I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I betcha. [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] I
I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my pager, niggaz know me Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I
me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if
you with my razor I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous I got no mercy for these niggas try'n to serve us But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm
pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women
I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In
style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia
me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while
leaping through fire surviving zoned with no home there was fire all on it umm let me have my life I want it I'm gonna let you know that I said we're
I'm sending to a brand new level I revel in completion I like to see the deletion of a parasite to make the low flight fools know rules but the rest
surviving zoned with no home there was fire all on it umm let me have my life I want it I'm gonna let you know that I said we're comin' in kill we're
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from
whenever 50 around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I