a waste. The whole wide world has got bad taste." [chorus] What price beaty now. [x3] (oh what price beaty) "smalltown bangs, headless gangs. Police and law, the people
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to the President s**t is still f**ked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better and it ain't gon' get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell
Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 2:] Like Watching Pictures In Hazy Vision Tonight Is Love Making Take You Any Place You Wish Today We Satisfy Yesterday Was Stolen Kisses
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [
talking bout tubs Talking bout base you thinking bout submarine maybe The weather hoes in yo boat The people that tell me people you know The people that hurt, the people
Kid (Why must everybody bow?) You better talk to her 'bout it You're her lover now. Oh, ev'rybody that cares Is goin' up the castle stairs But I'm not
until then I'm patiently restin, think of my sins, no need on me stressin [Chorus] [Layzie Bone:] See now that I'm gone and I'm dead and I'm buried
wanna see me fly higher than a rocket ship. Life is not rocket science. Every day is documented. All of my time is occupied. I'm gonna grind & I'm gonna
'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for You crept and you came and shit changed M-11's grenades
Claire It's still the pen Can't fuck wit these Cleveland Claire playas So as long as ya betta be workin Cause the Bone and Mo Thug on this mission Listen, betta
looking down No one there can help you stop before you hit the ground It's lonely at the top Oooh yeah, Tell Franie, I'm sorry I better kiss her when she cries I'm
for money and trick it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss It's the mother number one the phunky
you wanna hate kiss my ass and my fluid Cause I don't even care I throw everywhere many people stare is that Chris They say I'm crazy so I'm a do it
divides the day, Reaper's hold is tight, Lord take my pain away. This feeling is hitting me hard, my soul is scarred, The feeling is saw like I'm getting
he hasta Tell em Sen (I'm the Psycobeta master!) Strikin ya (hittin ya) buckin ya (fuckin ya) Like my buddha plant boy, I'm gonna keep PLUCKIN ya Pickin ya, then I'm
I was wrong baby dead wrong So I'm calling all White people, Black people, Asians, South Asians, Hispanics, Natives, everybody I'm gonna scream it at the top of my lungs Caramel City is
they putting up. I'm trying to do better than good enough. [Chorus] What am I afraid of? This is suppose to be what dreams are made of. But people I