create change tell yourself theres a better way ive come to realize, theres a better way the selfish, lethargic nature of our society is not the only way
on they feet for L.T., a G, throwin a gangsta a key So I can see all my homies ball in the U.P.T. [B.G.] Bat a bitch quick, that's the modo I follow
a difference now, Take a chance and stand from higher grounds, We can change the world if we stand tall and fight the fight, Make it a better place for
type to be the unhype signed Like a lot of lyricists in our time I can't relate with The way we formulated rhymes Is algebraic Most of ya'll are still
feel so rough This can't be me, I'm such a happy guy" I laugh a lot but I want to cry A cry for help is just letting go It hurts a lot but I think I know
a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on the side So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a
but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of
came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked
's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
bigga bro couldn't know but buy a four four blasting at playa hating wantin' mo' with a Thug Passion [Verse Three: 2Pac] Putting down mashin' control
understand, all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
: [chorus 1] Walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Buck at them niggas, they ain't no muthafuckin soldiers Walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier
yours Girl you smell so gentle and pure You control my senses Baby all my senses 50 Cent It?s like everything?s good when I touch and you touch It smells like heaven Way better than a
leave now we can do it right here [Chorus] [50 Cent] The way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose) All control (all control
make the missus Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle Well me I
