today Sleep in every single day Why can't everybody go away? (why can't everybody go away) Just when I have found my way No regrets and everythings's ok (but everything is not
don't want to give up now Your way of life ain't no way to live You always take and never give You can't take everything from me That's not the way I
G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. killin chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters *on the real* Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other
can?t lie, dog we?ve been filed (been filed) Cats might even know us as Gentiles In other words we are not Jewish Still be dead in our sin if God did not
: [Tupac Talking] Shit, tired of getting shot at Tired of getting chased by the police and arrested Niggas need a spot where we can kick it A spot
other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
with no gat? (that ain't gangsta) you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) you ran to other
had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult Soon be my life Soon be my pace Soon be my choice of which
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
there on Wednesday night, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. Without a reply, I left by the moon, Turn, turn, turn again. And was in his chambers By
back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner
ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that
still lingers in my mind Listen to your inner voice There's no escape, there's no other choice A foolish fate that came about Death could not leave
The ones they call my enimies Who only want to be friends of me On the other hand surrounded by the greatest team Who wouldn't trade mind for nothin not
name nigga, basically you my creation Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice
with your bags upstairs I was scoping you out, today you was late, to leave by 8 With no time to be at work at 9 She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off
