reality snuck up on you pushed you in a corner now thers nothign to do you way you'll face it its just another time hiding from youself keep your problems
hood, Haters still wishin they could, But they can't cause I'm still gettin it, gettin it, get gettin it, gettin it mayne. I said it feels good, I still
I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game
love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get
desert faces He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls For your harem going places And the border bums never saw The guns in the whiskey cases There's a real, big demand And it
shot in the frame And i'm tryin to maintain, tell the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why
the game Whatz next [Chorus x2] [Jay Rock:] That money gotta make it What I gotta do to make it Do I really gotta take it Put this mack up to you face it
Yo a motherfucking army Do it to them Do it to them They love the way we do it to them We do it to them Calvary [Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the
my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got into a fight last night, that killed
cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It
em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up
) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took
still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking
death wish, bitch. Run up, face me and trace wit an infared beam. It seems niggas ain't recognize my team. Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the track to confetti. Unload it
on skanless bitches who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it
me? I say one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get fucked
the sets again Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha] Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it
