words This feeling in the air can't be explained I wouldn't trade it in for anything So much more So much more than music So much more So much more than
up! Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party... Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X) Give
play it, I rise up in chains Hag in here, hag in here more deadly than anyone's intention It had to be, more casualties While I'm in more blemishes, than
the living room, in the nude Thanks for bein there, much more than a friend I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me [Chorus + ad libs - repeat 2X
Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X) I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember
Hahahaha No more pain It's just like that nigga, like that yeah No more pain Motherfuckers can't handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more
and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar
) -- (3x) And you proce-e-e-e-e-e-e-ed On fienin on what you need (We give you what you need) -- (3x) Hey, witness grief through startin material
knife in my back, everybody rappin' fast! But the harmony in it and now that's too much to pass, now that's too much to ask. And they pick up a crash
some of my incidents Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil EZ told me Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original Mono
were thugs were more than thugs got soldiers wastelands warriors were on a mission for God so bartenda, bartenda, bartenda so much hurt and pain bloddy murders man so much
gotta get my nigga bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscience and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils With dicks so much
who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome
Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Miles like a .12 gauge shotti [Chorus 2x] [