you dont know me no no no dont wanna go no no no dont wanna go i dont believe what the paper reads i know the want ads dont want me i dont wanna go where
thing think) Look at me good ain't with that game, and true You make me wanna go ooh (ooh) Like tin clan man Known for my slang bang Don't be alone when
V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business
me down? Everybody knows I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong Shit don't really bound us Then I go on my own Making bombs with rubber
I Don't Even Trip I Don't Block No Head I Tell Them Hoes "Do Me" Like Rocko Said But You Can Get Up Outta Here If You Ain't Got No Bread Cause Even My
drug dealers Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggaz You don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you can't
[Hook] Why y'all, wanna fuck with us We don't fuck with y'all, (fuck with y'all) Run up on us, with that nothing Nigga you gon be in the ground, (in the
we like it You know how we [zoo] I don't sell records I sell guns I sell guns For the funds I don't sell records I sell guns I sell guns For the funds I don't
wants to be related Wanna be my cousin Wanna be my blood (Blood) But he gets no love He gets no love 'cause I don't see you I can't see you Never been
I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin (I'm sayin) But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don't be playin With clientele, any
cha You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [
Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me procede My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch I
Ain't crazy or deranged I'm sane [I'm sane] But when these kids go to spray him Boy I won't be playin' But clienteles And rhyme sell's Question
don't take none Hahaha.. it's the ballad of a dead soldier! The police are so scared of us All the feds they aware of us They wanna see us dead They got
go head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad,
- [2Pac *singing in background* 2X] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't
ll they get a load of me Bitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't
