no she the shit drop it down to the split er'body in this bitch like damn damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn in this bitch like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn (x2) Verse 2
the shit Drop it down to the split Er'body in this bitch like damn damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn in this bitch like damn, damn, damn, damn, damn [x2] [Verse 2
: (feat. Nas, Obie Trice) [2pac:] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin our own
spinnin' Haters hate that I'm winnin' Man I've been hot from the beginnin' Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony Pistol
I get out that paper what I'm about After 4 months home I had the Lan I shine 2 months later I copped the Benz my nine Stay all cocked even when it hot
strong, With a little tre douche is like pop, pop, Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop, And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot, Cos
I want is 30 birds I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams anything over 500 is life so damn I'm goin
thing you could be right now is unaware I hang helplessly, waiting for the deal to go down Thinking, "Damn, how did I ever get mixed up with this clown?", because I'm [Chorus x2
9NE Got the remedy Rhyme infinity Criminally Finna be some shit I'll crack you open Like the youngest male Kennedy. Got the whole planet Rocking off the low blows Damn
we wanna do is Get drunk, get blowed, spin shits, and fuck hoes We quick to beat a buster down bad MidWest side put me in the sound lab Now I'm hot damn
bra I'm talkin to you [Hook] [T.I.] I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga ain't talkin 2 Pimp cause he a trill nigga ain't talkin 2 BG cause
1] My cousin Toot aint have to die right in front of his son and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun give a damn what he done that my muthafuckin
no nigga Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool
If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
2] I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo Knowing on my waist is the sizzo Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol Big rims with the tires thin
tan bikini Cut the music down and tell her, "hey ya man's a weenie" Plus I'm hot and got more iceberg than damn Bananeeie And I'm just a teenager and
