along That in my eyes you're so revealing you'll find what you're needing Nothing but pennies in my pocket Nothing but faith to keep me warm But, baby, then I
: (feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) Now I Can Make Music For Ya Tempo It's Just A Mental Written For The Nymphos That's A Intro
me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare I'm right there My every word A fucking
Started at poverty now they call us the penticle Talkin? Bugatti I blow it all on a vehicle Millions in real-estate and the work that I administrate When I
the Bone I'll be thuggin for eternal wanna test me its on Now where my niggas at? Get the gat peel a nigga wig back Nigga dig that dig that All original
or I." "I don't think I understand." "Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I mean, a lot of things are really unclear for me right now." "That's interesting. Now
kept me from crawlin' through And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one
became part of the game We be ya murder for money sex and things The question remains the same Whose 2 blame My heart's torn as I watch my art form Give
Zone, Bro, And I'm coming back never. Music's runnin' through my veins, Webby is a beast And I do my thang. I don't care what none of you say, I'm a do shit my
gonna sell u got that nato i got that niquil u want That matrix then choose the rite quil fuck I think I do this shit For my health same clothes every week n yall seen my
hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated
crew It's not what you know, it's only what you proof Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
for the hungry eyes Now I, feel like someone's watching meee And if I didnt know better, I'd think that they were plottin' (yo, stick this nig') I'm hangin' from this cat's
I understand what y'all trying to do I brought the flutes this time, though I unleashed the flutes on them, guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening Let's
it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and
I was a bigger fool I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through {
Now SWHOOP! WHOOP! That's how we rep this game. I ain't new to it, will I got that bang in my veins. And I'm true to it, all I know is bang 'em and came