There used to be a time when everything was so clear, so simple, but now I'm not so sure Friends you knew, or so you thought, changed, faded, lost
see that you're Fading, fading, fading, fa-a-a-a-away Away, away, away, away I opened up my eyes, and I finally realized Today, today, it's too late You're fading
[Person 1:] Royalty [Eamon:] yea..ya this one of dem songs you can kick bak smoke a blunt nd get real fuked up [Person 1:] haha thas wha im talkin bout
talk a put I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up
Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front
coedine settle, and have a toast one time Multiplications on my digits, come up over some time 3-57 in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe Bryant Powered up
wanna take 'em outside and lay slugs up in 'em But that's trippin', and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my
cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than
through as God as my witness right hand on the bible and Tokyo hunny turned it up hotty got though i stroke for show now up in Atlanta at the strip club
do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Verse One: 2Pac] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up
s, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try
be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential
it nigga? (I don't know) Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here (hell yeah) Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up
few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
, them niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up
make that ass drop make the front pop And Hit the three wheel motion All Day Hit the freeway take it easy, uhh Let's slide And pick-up some hoochies
way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids [Pac] I came up My message to the censorship committee
