what's your value for the money? what's your value for all energy? what's your value for the power? make it value for all life! only now for me, myself
niggas I got skills for double platium I'm an habbit like dat I pack my gat wit nine put my mac for nine niggas flat on dey back Sellin crack for nine
black like always Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways Creepin so slow, 'cause it's on the second flo' I gets up there, they got a crack
thing yeaaah (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey) Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack
you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Verse One: 2Pac] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to
call a kingpin Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season Tell him just be ready set, pack ya shit up quick And when I hit, be prepared ta
: (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
real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
Let Us Pray, Heavenly Father Here A Nigga Down Here I See Mothers In Black Cryin' Brothers Who Packs Dime's Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask
fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped
happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up
50 can't spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro) Plus I pack a cannon, up
could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong a convo is only three words, "yo whattup" you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
in the hood, them niggaz blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggaz
Dice game shake em up, praying for a six The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up 10-30 in
Fuck the Bapes, up the stakes Everything I wear is up to date Loyal cat, guaranteed my son'll be a spoiled brat Hot enough to boil crack M-5 all you black
