in the sky You might die trying but you might find Love in the streets There's got to be love in the streets There's got to be love there for me I'm tired
't dead Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop Watch the world you love turn against
shown up Caught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chances I done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chances Quick to run out of the house
Although I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead I could a give a fuck about a buddy, he don't really love me So there ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love
touch it and rub it, But I don't love you (Aw no) I let her drive the whip, Stay over, call her girlfriends to my house and let 'em lay. (Oh Yeah) Take
and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
to ya' Like ya' there Take ya' picture out my back pocket Man it's on You the first face I wanna see When I get home I wanna love you 'till the sun rise
glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes [2Pac] Now can your mind picture, a thug
smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house. This your land. Your only son done became a man. Watchin time fly. I love my people
wit ch'u (Pac) Was it the liqour that makes me act blind? the times I'm with her anonomous pictures of other niggas tryin to kiss her will i love
up man? I started young kickin dust and, livin rough You watch you mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss man I had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets
make a young motherfucka think he ballin' Collect calls to my old bitches Send more pictures On the phone trying to bone Cause I miss ya Back on the streets
all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unless the pain Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's Paint a picture with words
me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture
all that shit Back on that bullshit you know I've been on Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin Picture
was thinkin' to himself, "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf." But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights
hustlin' (?) Somebody tell me somethin what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what'll you (?) me you'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust) Cause I love
