Thats life, thats what i say, shot up in april, strung out in may, but i know it wont, be too soon, when im back on, night train in june, i said thats
s sickening he just finish bidding upstate And now the project Is talking that somebody gotta die shit It's logic As long as it's nobody that's in
through the distant space How does tiny speckle earth destroy tommorow So capable of so many things Why make life taking planes but I believe, that when
that shit on my hands [Rick Ross:] I get that work from my face [Wale:] I put that shit on my man [Wale:] Hope you heard that intro This that I been
's Dirty But Somebody's Gotta Rinse It I Don't Even Spit Shit I Just Go And Rip Shit That's Why These Hoes Put Me On Like Lipstick That's Why These Hoes
look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not giving a fuck Ready to bust
But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot It's like a murder scene without
Nelson I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming 3D Way that we say 'em in style that
ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me
That's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's
gangsta party [Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S
makin' millions niggas top that they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell now everybody talken about us
the struggle When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's
love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +
's I'm a run away slave Ya get it nigga off the chain I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens And now they scare They know that I been heaven
that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) {Obie Trice} Hey pour me some of that too baby [Chorus
with Hennessy Just pour me a glass of that dark shit That's right [Chorus] [2Pac] They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle [S.B.] Ooooh