keep me on my toes These haters try to stop me but you know that they jock me So now I hit the break out you know they gonna rock me Cause I do my thang
Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey
how could you do me like that? I took your family in I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again But now it's like you never knew me Wouldn't take
m sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and get me now, fifty rounds
boss Me and my niggaz, use to be thicker than sauce Now, they don't even come to the house I'm drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss
ride Will the game recognize me as the best I go from home to the dome If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne [Z-Ro] Living in the passenger
of motherfuckers against me Dean and E Who you gone call, when my commratery come down rain Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing like pain Cause when I squeeze it then you
in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain
sleep {So Much Pain, So Much Pain} Lifes so full of pain, have you ever seen a thug cry? [Tupac + Styles P:] So Much Pain There's so Much Pain
you but without you everyday I miss you Word on roll you hold my pistol My gangsta bitch that you always in the mood for love that's why I'm sleeping with you
hands up If you'se a rider (ride) Niggaz ain't killers So they hidin' Why? Fuck em' all, touch em' all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop
's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me While you proceed with precision, you
enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days So full of pain
my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy Chorus [Tupac] The preacher want me buried why? Cause I know he a liar Have you ever seen a
Juelz Santana) [T-Pain:] Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, and then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring
Pain, Rick Ross & Juelz Santana] [T-Pain:] Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, and then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait
Hot As You Reeping For My Label Crue We The Best I Showed You Proof See Me Snapping In The Both And Wonder Why I'm So The Truth Trying To Keep My Fuckin
question why so many have died My prayers have made it through yeah 'Cause with all these things we do It don't matter when I'm coming home to you Letters keep me
