That?s what I go to school for Even though it is a real bore Girlfriends I?ve had plenty None like Miss Mackenzie That?s what I go to school for That?s
pinky ring In my younger day I was facin' penitentiary (fa sho) I was packin' 22s back in elementary (i saved ya) I done been through it all A muthafuckin' juvenile I can go
wanna steal the B.G. Now tell me Alton Ain't that cold What can I do Now what can I do to get out the game What can I do Now what can I do to make change
livin' I hope your daddy ain't callin' That things I go throught I think restin' is best I'm chillin' while I'm in flesh but I'll be happy when I rest
Let's take to a triller level Let's get iller like a guerilla On the killer level Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin' I'ma dust ya' Because I know
they fingers on triggers Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control It's your family I put on rows, front row I'ma 223 grabber Bust or block hitter
my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for
the house What what what? G Unit in the house What nigga what? GGGGGG G Unit G Unit in the house What nigga what? G Unit in the house What what what?
the boy? He is now envoy Like I just took him to the counter but I leave 'em how I leave 'em And I Colt feed him when I greet him With the pounders like
body in motion Cause anything I do, I get an ovation The compliments I get never cease to end Cause I say what I want and I never bend To any silly shit that
Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for
fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they come and go like the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what I'm giving up You can take my life and
Well I've been hanging sanging, trying to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was banging Your home girl you went to school with, that's cool But did she
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) That's why I bust back, it don't phase
nigga) 2 niggas about to have a fight, look, look (we can throw it off nigga) (What's up nigga? What's up?) Throw yo mothafuckin hands up nigga That's
Sir,Can I Get That Back? [Get What?] Can I Get My Swagger Back? Im 64 Tha Don,I Like Too Count Money I Hustle Hard Hail,Rain,Snow,Sunny I Got Lil Lo With
bust that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it
on my own record Drop dat work, Take dat work, Throw dat work Do what you do show dat work I want dat cushion da pushing that got me looking Bet you if I get wit you I
