dead 'cos I can't get it out of my head, no no. No, I can't get it out of my head, no, I can't get it out of my head. Now my old world is gone for dead
can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O
sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying to keep my head up and stay strong All my homies slanging
like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean
I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You'll get 5 on ya chest I rep the East But you can't forget about the West One beef homie
my dogs show all you mater fuckers how we ball (yeah) Nigger don't make me show how I can violet the law Get your woman go up in the bar (oh) Dog how
say it in Miami, can I get some shown, that widout that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus
been When I'm unconditional with my loving And at the C-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D And we get bucked on the block block block block And nigga remember I said weee
shit Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though
t let the sun hit ya In ya head you might picture How the shadows gonna get ya When doves fly thugs cry So you can't deny When tears fall from your eyes
ain't no stoppin' us Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies From aggravated assault, insurance is no fault U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my alibi Sodem eyes your
N.O.W. L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others
it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [
step, "Purple Rain" in a drought Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young H-O pitch the yay
run up, you get done up, I'mma end it Throw the gun up out the window, see the corner that I bent it It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P. Learn
shrimp Now ain't that foul the way a nigga can spit that style My nigga I spit it I did it Now suckas need to quit it 'Cause it's real Chorus Verse
O-U-T-K-A-S-T ain't no change so TLC go head and sang baby Yo is it me L to the E-F-T-E-Y-E (a ha ha) Or can it be I am a little too Friendly so to
Anybody disrespect my zone we gon' get it on til we get it gone And y'all might get it right but you gettin in wrong Or you gonna get shot and blown [