re burning under control Isn't it strange how We're all burning under the same sun by now we say its a war for peace its the same old game but do we really
: [Intro mysterious music:] "Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted without parent or certified adult guardian." "They'll fry your brain. They're
me say this) Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's in love Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me
hard to imagine -- picture me rollin! [Danny Boy] Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me
I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'
what's next [Chorus x2:] Hard livin' got me goin' insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game Whatz next I'm goin' crazy Tell me tell me
but a thug thang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see
seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me
crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game
shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you know
me five times, real niggaz don't die Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me My only fear
dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the
Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show me, moby Ayo I'm back spittin' game Put the flow nothin' the tracks Gun under
Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can SNIFF me, cut me
verbal ass kickin' Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let's see how see how he act's under pressure Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me' Till the
m spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin' While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters Ya'll should hate the game, not the
fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) You can call me player yeah
up!) I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) I'm gettin money man, I really don't care Let me see you put your
