take is what you do i'm tired of fighting people like you chorus you think you're better than me (x4) but you ain't better than me you try to bring me
so you know what that means It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four When you come to down me
black Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me First Verse: Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece You deceased, fuckin' with me
they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim
you see me Stuntin' mega hard like I do it for TV My team in the VIP You know boxes, cases, tag alongs pop all the faces Don't disrespect power stop and
told all my partners I'm a live for infinity I changed my allegiance with more than a pledge And told all my boys stop mourning the dead (me) I'll forever
really want a storybook ending? Move on, lets stop pretending I need you like a hole in the head And I'm thinking that I'm better off dead Than spending
I think about my daddy Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me Got me stressin
to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin' for Givin' more back than takin' On my
I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus Verse Two: 2Pac Here on Earth, tell me what's a blick life
god Get me high When I'm burried Knowing deep inside me Only if yah love Come rush me to the gates of heaven Let me picture for a while How I live for
niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop
of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me
psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger,
P-dro, better known as Pedro I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me Snuck in wit Christina
winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled Kept me
As soon as I'm receivin' the call, now give me the ball, I run with the dog and keep the ball [? ] and meet me at the mall [? ] on the wall and makin'
in my business Actin like you know me, I've never seen homie He try to lean on me I'm a put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew
