This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist Or a beat beneath my ribs This is something that cant be given away. Because what's life for some is not right
This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist or a beat beneath my ribs this is something that cant be given away because whats life for some is not right
safari, so don't make a move Protection is the reason it's a different groove Sun up to sun down yo check the time Mystic magic is more than a rhyme I
bang bang, squeezing pistols that make em bang Haters smoking that swisha swisha sweet boy, switching damn lanes Pulling guns and put two in your stomach
paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is
lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin
legend, you die first, then become famous Cuz i done seen this type of thing before Just hangin out by the corner store Stick up kids wit them guns galore
your nuts hang, If you thug gotta cut them balls off though, So nigga respect this, Or you're gonna rest bitch, Off in the grave and your brain'll be
pray for independence Boy, you better stand your ground You got to give it all you got now Or you might get shot down Fight hard until the battle is won Stick to your guns
a dick and still live with your mother Copping shit that superceded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family
in the streets With heavy guns Bust it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out To a pale horse Smashing your image Take it back Then
nigga And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one Nigga please stick the script before the guns stick
me, people just want to see, if it's true, if it's you, what you say in your rap's, what you do, so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill
know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail You betta stick to tha
on You on Pac's dick, you a regular guy If Pac was still alive you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitating
m Clutching on my slippin in The Way I'm Feeling Right Now A Bitch Could get the Business Just know my niggas squeeze on side Only problem is we doin this
I'm cheatin but do I love her, well more than any other So it's personal, to paint you this type of picture When your wife is like your sister, seems
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies
