me, There's no way you can hold me, You can't control me just let me be me I don't need no pick-a-me-up, No putting me down, Treating me nice,
hurt me, There's no way you can hold me, You can't control me just let me be me I don't need no pick-a-me-up, No putting me down, Treating me nice
been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was not I've always kept it real, even when everbody around me was fake They don't make like me no
know how many big faces a Mo City don fold Want to jack me when I'm through and do my niggas for life It's deja vue for me to be face to face with triggers
stalking, and all we do is .. spending a fortune on cars like we could drop an old? at once! the game is wide open, i gotta go now, let me get it first
we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz Similar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me
GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile"] There's gon' be some
[GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile"] There's gon' be some
me if I want peace If you cant grant it Niggas fighting across the whole planet So we can never be peace [Chorus] Will there ever be peace? Or
your hair if you call me [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Pardon me, but let's be specific Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it And
y'know? Verse One: Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong love tell me, cause I get
Tell me, are you feelin' this? Not just for little kids Little Women be strong enough We rock long enough, for real But the ones that been waitin' to drop
it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure
the pot off You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off Excuses you be usin
pay me... niggas locked up tryna spray me... I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'... seems like I'm all out of blessings... own know if god tryin' test me...
see clearly my troubles All of my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let
? Summertime School's out Scream and shout Troy: Finally summer's here It's good to be chillin' out I'm off the clock The pressures off Now my girl's
