2 Live for you people Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal File a complaint, turn in your risume 'Cause the A.G.S. don't play I'm the
[Pac: talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none
Esoteric, we're gonna play a little game I'm gonna give you a word, you tell me exactly what comes to mind Cool, let's go Brain - tumor, suede - Puma
I'm a wrecking ball, I'm a stinging knife Steal your money, gonna take your life You got screaming murder, lock up your door Double dealing, gotta have more Call me dirty, trash
Hot wax drippin' Honey what do you say I got a brand new record That I gotta play She said not now boy But I did anyway and I'm ready, so ready
of my voice I know you want to run baby But you don't really have a choice, don't have a choice Cause they've become addicted Turning our world to trash
ride around with trash bags tape's and shubbles its time you haters days is numbered like calendars honey girl is killing them quiet like silencers oh you basters wanna play
don't you tell me you know we're destined, you won't convince me, I won't listen (Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold) Trashed and scattered
pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash
you know me) i'm bout to rock small change draw change in the big bucks my niggas all we do is put down the smash why yall playa hatas keep comin wit trash
gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back home Cuz I don't know loose to much Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm playin Hardball
oh, let's get it own mama And I don't care if you're old now Get yourself together and let the good time roll Don't sit there mumbling, talkin' trash
car All I wanted was a car Had a part-time job Making chicken kabobs At the food court at the mall I hauled my uncle's trash I cut my neighbor's grass
this living somehow You're good as dead without a bank account But it's funny how that life has felt down In that unemployment line With all that trash
'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on. Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
the stars, let us [Busta Rhymes:] Now don't you think this shit's outrageous? At this point if you don't see I'm one of the greatest I play the long
to understand That nothing can f**k with the kid, Let me say it again! The Broad Back B, Busta Bust back to put out the trash And just for the record