bad. What did I ever do to make it be this way? If I had the choice then would I even stay? It's just day by day. (It's just day by day) There's nothing
What did I ever do to make it be this way? If I had the choice then would I even stay? It's just day by day. (It's just day by day) There's nothing left
know the game (I know the game) But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you
5) If death were today remember me by spreading The Faith [Hook] [Verse 3:] Now saints in these last days some will depart from The Faith (4: 1) Follow deceitful teachings preached by
in any land Than the Brother Marquis and the Chinaman! Bow down to the best from far and near It's the Real Ones, baby, 2 Live is here! [Marquis] Smokin' blunts by
fuck on the first night, or try, in the late night [Chorus] * DJ Quik cuts and scratches this sequence 2X* Last night.. last night changed it all 'Pac] In the late night Last
off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill,
me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence
sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when
from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From
's on everday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray First you had a mouth full of fronts Now you're mouth'
's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit
by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these
under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich
cash stretch longer than giraffe necks poverty will make your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' they say you live by the gun and die by
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold This is how we roll J: First class cribs First class rides Big ass honey sitting by my side BM: First
