weeds they have grown into mostrosities of towering steel and concrete the more we produce, the more we'll consume--the cycle never ends there is no rest... the worst is
4 ways I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping It's open, so lets bust the town open B.G. turns to stand taller Picture all there is, is teenage
where my homies at on the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven
don't settle for less G Unit in the house Better wear ya vest G Unit in the house Forget the rest GGGGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 1: Young Hot Rod] Homie rush
: [Verse 1:] It's getting hot and humid I'm exhaling steam Stepping it up a level Dziah to prestige The night is young Switch my game We can do this
to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust
up The first to pull the strap when theres drama Buster you ain't heard? I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is
m living blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there
repeat Chorus] [2Pac] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
the crossroads The good die young This song is dedicated to all them Young kids and people that are innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in
Behind the curtains their privacy lust is already laid down The results is the same with different names and it turns out [2Pac] Y'all know how it is
if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you're in the danger zone my fuckin' game is strong, Hotline
I'm ready for whatever (Hahahahaha, that's my motherfuckin nigga there Big ballin-ass Syke Yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas on how it is to
: [Chorus: repeat 2X] How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that
Stare I'm right there My every word A fucking night mare Getting high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme
: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no
makes me sin unable to think clear heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close BOOM BOOM BOOM got me shooting at a ghost some call me crazy but this is
in LA on bail, my angel sing Chorus: Val Young To live and die in LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna
