pound-for-pound I'm New Orleans, only hopin' I'ma hold it down Either roll with me, when I'm rolling through Or I guarantee I'ma roll over you I'm a fool
mad at cha [Verse One: 2Pac] Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still roller
and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind
no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine
keep your eyes on the rollers As they do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rolling One way at a time,
Contains sections of bomb sessions Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons [echo] Putting up on ?? in the military state of mind [echo] Dangerous
a kite hitting hoes for fun But that ain't me Dog my minds now clear And that ain't fair dog Your heart pump fear In the state I *censored* You
careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your
survive Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died Cause I'm troublesome [Chorus] Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
even steven stoppin you bitches from breathing Time is up you know you can't cop that thugs who rap fin to put down payments Criminal mind state of
let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step
contend, but they couldn't win You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll Drop the top, and lock the locks,
: Good times, these are the good times Leave your cares behind, these are the good times Good times, these are the good times Our new state of mind,
: Roll away the dawn, Roll away the dawn, and let me see, The land of the free, Has anything changed at all; Sweet liberty, Sweet liberty is in our
in with a pen and a pencil, come out with a bag of crack Show up with a bunch of goons, you ain't never matchin' that Roll so fuckin' deep, we know where
the cost I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss I'll put it all on the line In a hustler's state of mind I'm gonna make history Just so we can claim
, a kiss I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss [Verse 1: Royce] Uh, Nickle nine a nigga twitter beefin' first rapper that shot a fan Gucci's my absolute state of mind
been no lame hoe with that booty bought and paid for wont move til your on my pay roll [ Chorus ] [ Akon ] [ Verse 2 ] [ Stat Quo ] Yea! Yea! Stat