for years Are just a bunch of jealous lies And if you chew too much You could end up choking You took what was mine Straight fucking stole it from
word of God That kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk
, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk
"Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
seduce Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (Verse 2) She's sitting
You niggaz is soldiers man, fuckin toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-ass bitch I know you can't wait to get off house arrest
niggah this's Westside 'til i die I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah, I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah [Verse
[Intro] You niggas is soldiers man Fuckin' toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet Aten Hut! Yayo you punk ass bitch. I know you cant wait to get off house
rap) Used to be about the lyrics and beats (Behind that) Then turned my rythm to commercialism And now this strip is a prison for us to walk common streets [Verse
call me Mr. Dayton. [Verse 3:] 1 nigga, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4. It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low. Reflections of death, triple gold punk
s in my east saint laron suit on, then we do a dance like my man luther dan, but my verse came first, i stole change out her purse, now i wanna dig her
the heaven? !) We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!) Get our cash and put threats in the hospital. [x2] [Verse 1:] Young P! -
mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole
, before we blaze up tree?s, No way you can drop me, no way you can hole my rich, And fact still remains that you stole my diss, ahha! [Chorus] Punk
