m getting down Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds It's underground, but the blatent
there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up
the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice Like the two six eight politicians demonstrate Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggaz
the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true I got love for you only to a certain
over it So high you cant get over it So low thats why i'm holding it So low thats why i'm holding it Boss up A real soldier learn to take orders
reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge
people are really weird. Phyllis: Pull it on my back, just a little bit, it won't, it won't hurt, just a little bit over there, this side, it's terrific
how It was growing up with ungrateful brothers about It makes me wanna scream, it makes me wanna shout Ask what I did for them and their mind blacks out Day by day
and says "I know" And love like a rocket Like a rocket on fire Goes straight up to the sky Loves like a rocket Like a rocket on fire He'll love her till
S and K, it's spray Comin' away, the B.T.J., it be they I'ma hold it down, wit' sounds Like clowns, walk the trey pound Now in the underground, B.T.J. just entered Remember
is when it's my memory Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me' Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently You are just a follower now I'm about to set a
's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on it's time for this new producer
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the
nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, (walk straight as a
his ass, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for Tupac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky
in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for
piece together what's already broke. Remember that glue never holds. The same that goes down for all the shit that goes down The assholes that bring us all down
, your wedding ring Brought all of the memories back I remember the bite and breaking my teeth I remember choking it down Eating your fingers one at a