tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH!
livin life defiant, nickel plated chrome Got this baby Capone lookin like a giant, and I ain't lyin It's like it's me against myself with all these
' My Thug Passion [Chorus: Jewell] I heard it's the bomb and you got it going on give me some of your Thug Passion Babby You got me dripping wet
. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know what? [2Pac] I bet you got it twisted you don't
'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
ya just like daddy ---------------------------- I met her when she was younger when her daddy died when she was younger her moms let her do what she
got-I got a fully loaded clip I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah) I got-I got a fully loaded clip [Verse 1] You wann' problem wit' me? -
Smile n**** my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2:] You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod She don't want me on her show
see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for
K-I-S-S-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my
Down Sneakers To Runnin Da State I Can't Die..I Got To Much Money 2 Make U Got Plans Then U Kno Were I'm Comin Frm Ma Stomach Numb I Got 99 Problems
wrong hood Unless you got a vest on That Teflon Like a don should I'm rollin' sticky green Every nigga with me clean Strap got it tucked know what I mean
'll do me Can we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's
: [2Pac] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give
shit? We got a lot of it You wanna get high? I'm on top of it You want bottles? C'mon, we poppin it You want a revolution? Ain't no stoppin it Enemies
local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis And your city faded off to brown, nino She insists she got more class, we know
you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing But it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap How could you
will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is it rap is it cool but fool just dont confuse it. what happens is that these dudes get rude and then i lose it