when I bow If there was ever a time I needed you God, I need you now Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts, so I sold my piece But what's worse, knowing you
't even bullshit with you I'm telling you for real niggas going down in this bitch Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is coming down nigga You can't feel us, you
ina de ghetto my brother Wicked to the mass And you done know the man have youth and youth and youth a come up And you see when you come up And the father
new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin?. [Chingy] Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover Police pull me over, though they can?t stop me from clubbin? Man you
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge fuck the motherfuckin' district attourney and the prosecutor (fuck you!) and fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you
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
made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you
Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker
ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does Does it matter if you blood or you cuz Remember how it was
ya this year nigga, life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basicaly just represent for you baby next time you
what the fuck you wanna be when you grow up RahRah? [RahRah] Nigga, is you stupid, I wanna be a motherfuckin Outlaw [Tupac] That's right nigga, hahaha.. housin these hoes, you
faith you got don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top and if you drop, at least you know you gave your all be true to you, and that way you
-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you
police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?" He had tha nerve to, say that I had a curfew (Do you know what time it is? Get
time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin
me and I'll make you a memory, [police sirens] The .40 Cali burn you be smokin' like a chimney! [police sirens] {DAMN! } Niggaz sick of pussy shit and
I'm Notoriousssss! Biggie ain't around now you need me alright! I'm Notoriousssss! You can chill with 'Pac, nigga in your next life! I'm Notoriousssss
hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance next