good in the pictures How come they're not around? They still live They're way up high Where they've been dying out Yeah but they look so good in your pictures
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good in your pictures How come they're not around? They still live They're way up high Where they've been dying out Yeah but they look so good in your pictures
[Chorus] Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember
world outside Get the description Paint some pictures for the... Got me on my serve exhibitions Slowing down I hit them from the... Listen every line
cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road, Heart made of stone, Far away from home, Black woman you cold, Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face, Started
came from underground, where my hood resigned Nothing left but the bad and ugly cause the good done died We tried laying low niggas want to cross them lines
'm hopin' to fight Start a brawl, I'll shut that bitch down on openin' night Let's fate, pull the bitches titties start on them dipes Cause we leavin'
rounds When shit stick We plot hits When our block spits All hail Out on bail Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo] Forever ghetto Necessary picture food
add to line four of Chorus:] "That's a nigga nature" [add to line eight of Chorus:] "Cause that's a nigga nature" [Chorus] [add to line four of Chorus
now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start
you flee Cause I'm a T-H with the U-G [add to line seven of Chorus first time: "Yeah nigga!"] [2Pac] It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth
[Verse One: 2Pac] Dear baby you the picture of perfection Straight from your million dollar smile to my attraction to your complexion No hesitation
pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets
! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) [Verse Two] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started
I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby) Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh) I knew you was my type from the very very start
I spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line,