my knife I'm ready for the battle So you better don't see me at night [Chorus:] Back Off You'll never reach me I'm on my endless battle against society Back Off
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
at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
: [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 [
50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again [Hook: repeat 2X] Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back
never know where you go you don't know where you from so I lift up the trunk and chunk a deuce I have ways breakin' boys off (Chorus) They wanna see
on gin, fuck juice, A hundred percent brew, The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, So easy when me pull me lead off, No one's
it off We just yell until we tired then I break you off It's useless all this fighting let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces you just send
and the fairy tales damn I tried, wish I paid no mind Oh Oh my my, my lord, my god, I am a little odd, I am off the wall Old school, yes sir, used to
, you make or break yourself with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health Sword blade swingin you back off away and the track off the real, straight off
down Goin down, goin down (B-Real) Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back
: Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat rollin around nine deuce cadillac still got my homies to watch my back and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna
is You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby) I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live I take her back then I put it in her ribs (Holla at
in the hunt Take a day off or what? Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be smokin' something, think I ain't smokin' nothing, stay off my nuts
niggas cool off fuck ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts [Styles] So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck and hop back
dice game in Minnesota We hit the mall up for kicks Slid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from earlier Get back
And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should have never came back Look here man
the plush leather seats in the back Down in Houston, sidding sideways, chucking the deuce Popping them bottles, getting blasted over cups of that juice Dizzy stukes, niggaz blowin' off
