[Originally by Sham 69] I'm sitting in this cell for something I didn't do And all I can think of is baby I think of you Don't worry baby coming back
As I'm walking down the street, I found the things that trouble me Are always easier to define when I have a clearer mind Always thinking of certain
Some people will go for years, without ever finding their place Not us we are the lucky ones, for we know who we truly are Not privy to abstract thinking
There you go just sitting on your ass Not realizing that your future?s past You make me sick with your computer fix It?s time to put down the toys and
Today I realized I need more to say So don't take this so serious I wrote it in a day See me looking at you Hear me I can hear you Listen to me I know
can read between my lines As I sing my lullaby I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it?s sit or stay I won?t have it any other way I can?
It started back in '94 with the passing of a Boston Jake And all it took to grab my heart was the sound that the bagpipes made So on with my life I go
Like Bob said the times are a changing Unfortunately for us bossman's rearranging Doesn't care about the wife and kids But only the gold that is his
home, feeling guilty desperate and alone. His family they do not understand. Angry drinking, sleeping on. Wondering what the hell have we really won? Why did I get to survive while others
I remember, I remember Fought the opposition, took my time to take my position I've been a gimp horse with a mouth that's been kicked A trial and error
I'ma be about that street shit I'm bout mine And I aint the one you wanna beef with I'm thugged out Chorus: repeat 2X [B.G.] Look my block hot the law sleep every other
return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B.G. And 2 big dogs from the UPT U.N.L.V., Tech Nine, And lil ya We bout to keep it real from the streets to the
a hater playa But I want all you got Your babies have babies Now we fighting each other My dogs got rabies They biting each other 'n' it ain't
ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album under the alias Makaveli. Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist street
the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other
gangsters, All you fake ass gangsters You don't have the hart nigger Survive in the streets Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers Ask my niggers
that And I've think about all the things we been through Like all gettin' fightin' for example You know the love we have for each other It tense that
Thirty million sold and that I'll just stay at that now what about that Listen to the thuggish And listen to every other rapper rap about who that come