of commitment Your life's a fucking lie Cop Out-a fucking joke Cop Out-at the end of your rope Cop Out-afraid of words Cop Out - beaten down by life
afraid of commitment Your life's a fucking lie Cop Out-a fucking joke Cop Out-at the end of your rope Cop Out-afraid of words Cop Out - beaten down by life
to grow, legend with rights, I don't been enticed To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life My nigga TD gettin' high wit' me Out that
: [Tupac speaking] Yo Law! Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one? Yeah Mr. Fuck-a-cop is back and I still dont't give a fuck you know
cop I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block 4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house i
cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch
a seasoned spliff was the first thing one spring season while she out flirtin now she season me and don't need rehearsin her skin get a beatin life is
ya life, took ya Life Savers Every crew wit' murder cravin' done flapped off just like the 'Raven' Played 'em before I slayed 'em These fake ass niggaz, I hate 'em Just like cop
gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) [verse three] I'm sick
punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops. You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out, Why? Cash
I ain't forget you fool And all that bullshit you tryin to get through This is crew love, move music or move drugs Rival crews get your black suits up
on freeze Toting ice box Rollin now Me and my crew 20 inch blades Double R gots It's your life Run your own game Know your own game Live your own game
go Grab the bags, head for the door Backin' out, clutchin' the dog We heard sirens, dashed to the ride Any cop we see, open fire Cop car, swung around
shouldn't fucked him Now here I am carryin his seed That makes two for him and a fourth for me [Verse 1] Sometimes I'm wreckin my brain, tryna to figure out
in major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers Bumpin' out
one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things
: Intro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under.... I don't know Verse One: Nas Imagine smoking
