me what it means and you can't see how much remains what to do and what do you expect from whom... from another kind of me for fake...for fake...for fake...for fake
tell me what it means and you can't see how much remains what to do and what do you expect from whom... from another kind of me for fake...for fake...for fake...for fake
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 I'm
them streets, hurry up and make my sales But now it's on cause I'm grown and I'm still a G But it's ??? I sell my crack by the tracks in this industry
Snakes in the grass, for all you dumbasses Fair fax bastards, rockin' nerd glasses I dominate, y'all denominate fractions I relapse back to spittin' crack
friends turn foes Niggas turn fake , tell everything they know [Chorus:] If i had a son [x4] [Verse 2:] And I understand if you gotta sell crack man Cus this country aint fit for
speak You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G And all the shit you went through Meant a lot to me But when they locked you up for for nothing
livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Chorus X6 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask why? THUG FOR LIFE BIATCH!!
Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo] Introduce a drug called crack To us ghetto teens [echo] Got a law for raw niggas
, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all
fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for
figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up
of Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word up We ain't havin it, NONE of that shit!! Bitch ass niggaz, niggaz can't fuck with us Tu', word up
: Get your hands up The sky's falling, get your hands up It's the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs blood The dam broke down, The whole town flooded
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
walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for
