[Chorus:] Baby come back, any kinda fool could see There was something, in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wrong
easy, gotta keep these hoes from talking back Hoe I'm your daddy respect it or get batted Ain't nothin' but a G thang baby these stank ass hoes going crazy (Baby
had us I grab the Tec and started buckin' back Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back
: [Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin back what's mine [
t get it twisted When I'm on a mission, niggas come with Mishy You busters gettin disciplined And you're comin' up short on your life When i smoke you with this mac
, and all she did was laugh. And if you try to tell him, he'd get mad and wanta scrap. And if he thought anybody wanted that pussy, he'd react. Yeah,
I make the best of the worst We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma I come through to see my little
' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with
that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL,
wanna, how you wanna Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them And my clip never droppin' We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back
talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace
the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac
it, call security Fuck the dress code, I'm in a white T with jewelry Hand to my side with my nine, sat lyin' back In the club with your baby mama in my
buzz it (hahaha) [K-Mac] If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I tell
cats, and I'm still where it's at I been broke with the South, trill to the trap Stealing, wheeling caps I been peeling them back (back) We dealing
seek your own rhymes, come on! [Chorus] [Killah Priest] I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound Pop 'em, stretch 'em out with they backs to the
they screamin' from the back Play Nintendo, is when I hit'em with the ax Put your gun away And you might live to see another day Come in head, run and
